On Jordan's Stormy Banks-Peter Bradley Adams

On Jordan's Stormy Banks - Peter Bradley Adams On Jordan's stormy banks I stand And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land Where my possession lie Their generous fruits that never fail On trees and more on grow The rocks in hills And blocks in fields With milk in any flow No chilling winds nor poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore Where sickness and sorrow pain and death Are felt and feared no more When shall I reach that happy place And be forever blessed When shall I see my father's face And in his bosom rest No chilling winds nor poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore Where sickness and sorrow pain and death Are felt and feared no more Filled with delight my raptured soul With here no longer stay The Jordan's waves around me roof Without fear at launching way No chilling winds nor poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore Where sickness and sorrow pain and death Are felt and feared no more No chilling winds nor poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore Where sickness and sorrow pain and death Are felt and feared no more Are felt and feared no more