March On

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:

March on, march on,
We are bound for the promised land.

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

(Chorus)

There, on those high and flow’ry plains,
Our spirits ne’er shall tire,
But in perpetual, joyful strains,
Redeeming love admire.

(Chorus)