On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possesions lie.
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 the transporting rapt'rous scene
That rises to my sight;
Sweet fields arrayed in living green
And rivers of Delight.
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.

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

Soon will the Lord my soul prepare
For joys beyond the skies,
Where never-ceasing pleasures roll,
And praises never die.
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.