On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand
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.
'T is there all the nations redeemed by the Lamb,In circles most lovely, his praises proclaim;Through tempests, and sorrows, and perils, they come,To enter those mansions prepared as their home.
All over those peaceful and beautiful plains,The Lord, our Redeemer, in righteousness reigns;His scepter of empire he now doth assume,And kindly doth welcome his followers home.
How blest are those regions, the realms of repose,Through which the fair river of life gently flows!—The regions ambrosial, forever in bloom;—God's own habitation, the saints' happy home!