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.