On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
All o’er those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
(Chorus) I am bound, I am bound,
I am bound for the promised land.
I am bound, I am bound,
I am bound for the promised land.
No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness, sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more.
I am bound, I am bound,
I am bound for the promised land.
I am bound, I am bound,
I am bound for the promised land.
When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blessed?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest? (Repeat Chorus)
– Amen. Come Lord Jesus.
On Jordan’s Stormy Banks, hymn written by Samuel Stennett. Photo Ting Shen/The Dallas Morning News / AP.