The promised land.

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.

Oh, the transporting rapt'rous scene, That rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight!

There gen'rous fruits that never fail On trees immortal grow; There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales With milk and honey flow.

All o'er those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away.

No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath Can reach that healthful shore: Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared 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?