HYMN 97. C. M

1 On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.MIM 112.2

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields, arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.MIM 112.3

3 There gen’rous fruits, that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.MIM 112.4

4 All o’er those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Sun, forever shines,
And scatters night away.MIM 112.5

5 No chilling winds or pois’nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.MIM 113.1