BOUND FOR THE PROMISED LAND

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
Toward 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;
O 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, nor pois’nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are feared and felt no more.

When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest!
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest?