[Music]
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie.
O the transporting rapt'rous scene
That rises to my sight,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green
And rivers of delight.
There generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills and brooks and vales
With milk and honey flow.
(_Four stanzas omitted._)
Soon will the Lord my soul prepare
For joys beyond the skies,
Where never-ceasing pleasures roll,
And praises never die.
The tune belongs to the 'Roll Jordan' group; see Introduction, page
14. See also the song by that title in this collection.
No. 87
ENQUIRER, OSH 74