On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
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On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan's fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.O, the transporting, rapturous sceneThat rises to my sight!Sweet fields arrayed in living green,And rivers of delight.
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There, generous fruits that never fail,On trees immortal, grow;There rocks and hills and brooks and vale,With milk and honey flow.O'er all those wide, extended plains,Shines one eternal day;There Christ, the sun, forever reigns,And scatters night away.
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When shall I reach that happy place,And be forever blest?When shall I see my Father's face,And in his kingdom rest?Filled with delight, my raptured soulWould here no longer stay;Though Jordan's waves around me roll,Fearless, I'd launch away.