#724On Jordan's Stormy Banks

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On Jor-dan's stor-my banks I stand, And cast a wish-ful eye To Ca-naan's fair and hap-py land, Where my pos-ses-sions lie; I will with-draw my ran-somed soul Want from a sin-ful stay.
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O the trans-port-ing rap-turous scene That ris-es to my sight! Sweet fields ar-rayed in liv-ing green, And riv-ers of de-light! O when shall I reach that hap-py place, And be for-ev-er blest?
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There gen-erous fruits that nev-er fail On trees im-mor-tal grow; There rocks and hills and brooks and vales With milk and hon-ey flow. When shall I reach that hap-py place, And be for-ev-er blest?
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All o'er those wide ex-tend-ed plains Shines one e-ter-nal day; There God the Son for-ev-er reigns, And scat-ters night a-way. When shall I reach that hap-py place, And be for-ev-er blest?
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Chorus

When shall I reach that hap-py place, And be for-ev-er blest? When shall I see my Fa-ther's face, And in His bos-om rest?

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