On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand | Friday Classic Hymns | Hymn History, Analysis, Performance

A dissenting clergyman in 18th century England wrote this beautiful vision of heaven. Or is it a vision of the sanctified life? On Jordan’s Stormy Banks remains a favourite for many – although the famous refrain was not in the original work by Samuel Stennett.

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Sources:
Discipleship Ministries of The United Methodist Church. "History of Hymns: 'On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand.'" https://www.umcdiscipleship.org/resou...
Getty Music. "August 22 Hymn of the Month - On Jordan's Stormy Banks." https://www.gettymusic.com/hymnofthem...
Hymnary.org. "On Jordan's stormy banks I stand." https://hymnary.org/text/on_jordans_s...
Pioneer Girl Project. "'On Jordan's Stormy Banks.'" http://www.pioneergirl.com/blog/archi...
The Canterbury Dictionary of Hymnology. "On Jordan's stormy banks I stand." https://hymnology.hymnsam.co.uk/o/on-...
TheScottSpot. "On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand - written in 1787." 30 January 2016. https://thescottspot.wordpress.com/20...
Wikipedia. "Samuel Stennett." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_...

LYRICS
1. 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

2 O the transporting rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place,
I'll be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

7 Fill'd with delight my raptur'd soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.