On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand

1 On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand,
And view in perspective the fair promised land;
The land where the ransomed with singing shall come,
And enter the kingdom prepared as their home.

Chorus:
Home, beautiful home;
Home, heavenly home;
Bright, beautiful, beautiful home,
The beautiful home of the saved.

2 All over those peaceful, delectable plains,
The Lord our Redeemer in righteousness reigns;
His sceptre of empire he now doth assume,
And kindly doth welcome his followers home. [Chorus]

3 How blessed are those regions, the realms of repose,
Where with fruit, O how grateful, the "tree of life" grows;
The regions ambrosial forever in bloom,
God's own habitation, the saints' happy home! [Chorus]

4 Those pleasures of glory, O when shall I share,
And crowns of celestial felicity wear;
And range o'er those landscapes exempt from a sigh:
The home of our fathers, 'tis now drawing nigh! [Chorus]

Source: The Golden Sheaf: a collection of choice hymns and songs especially designed for Sunday schools, loyal worker's meetings, prayer and social services (Enl. ed.) #123