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