On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand — Jars Of Clay

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

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

I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promise Land I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promise Land

No chilling wind nor poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore Where sickness, sorrow, pain and death Are felt and feared no more

I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promise Land I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promise Land

When shall I see that happy place And be forever blessed When shall I see my Father's face And in His bosom rest

I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promise Land I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promise Land