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)