ON Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
   And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
    Where my possessions lie.
2  O, the transporting, rapturous scene
    That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
    And rivers of delight!
3  O’er all those wide extended plains,
    Shines one eternal day;
There God the Sun for ever reigns,
    And scatters night away.
4  No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
    Can reach that healthful shore:
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
    Are felt and feared no more.
5  When shall I reach that happy place,
    And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
    And in His presence rest?
6  Filled with delight, my raptured soul
    Can here no longer stay:
When Jordan’s waves around me roll,
    I’ll, fearless, launch away.
Samuel Stennett, 1727-95