On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, and cast a wishful eye

to Canaan's fair and happy land, where my possessions lie.

Chorus: I am bound for the promised land, I am bound for the promised land;

oh, who will come and go with me? I am bound for the promised land.

O'er all those wide extended plains shines one eternal day;

there God the Son forever reigns, and scatters night away.

No chilling winds or poisonous breath can reach that healthful shore;

sickness and sorrow, pain and death, are felt and feared no more.

When I shall reach that happy place, I'll be forever blest,

for I shall see my Father's face, and in his bosom rest.