ON THE HIGH CLIFFS OF JORDAN

1ON the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand,
And view in perspective the fair, promised land;
The land where the ransom'd with singing shall come,
And enter the kingdom prepared as their home.

2'Tis there all the nations redeemed by the Lamb,
In circles most lovely, his praises proclaim;
Through tempests, and sorrows, and perils they come,
To enter those mansions prepared as their home.

3All over those peaceful, delectable plains,
The Lord our Redeemer in righteousness reigns;
His sceptre of empire he now doth assume,
And kindly doth welcome his followers home.

4How bless'd are those regions, the realms of repose,
Where with fruit, O how grateful, the tree of life grows;
The regions ambrosial for ever in bloom,
God's own habitation, the saints' happy home.

5Those pleasures of glory, O when shall I share,
And crowns of celestial felicity wear;
And range o'er those landscapes exempt from a sigh;
The home of the faithful, now specially nigh.