Sweet Prospect by Word of Mouth Chorus Lyrics

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

Oh, 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

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

No chilling winds, or pois’nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more
Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green
And rivers of delight