On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie.
Chorus:
We’ll stem the storm, it won’t be long,
The heav’nly port is nigh,
We’ll stem the storm, it won’t be long,
We’ll anchor by and by.
When shall I reach that happy place
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest?
(Chorus)
