1 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
3 O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the sun, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
4 No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in His bosom rest?
6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.
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First Line: | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand |
Title: | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Hope: Longing for heaven |
Notes: | Author from index: Stennett |