ON JORDAN'S STORMY BANKS (BALLADS OF THE EXODUS)
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie
There generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales
With milk and honey flow
No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore
Sickness, sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more
I am bound
I am bound
I am bound for the promised land