Sweet Prospect

Lyrics

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

Chorus:

O, the transporting rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green
And rivers of delight.

O’er all those wide, extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away.

(Chorus)