On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie
O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight;
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
No chilling winds,nor poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?
Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay:
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
I'd fearless launch away.
On the other side of Jordan, Hallelujah!
|First Line:||On Jordan's stormy banks I stand|
|Title:||On Jordan's stormy banks I stand|
|Author:||J. T. White|
|Source:||Psalmist, Hymn 1173|