1 On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand,
And view in perspective the fair promised land,
The land where the ransomed with singing shall come,
And enter the kingdom prepared as their home.

2 'Tis there all the nations redeemed by the Lamb,
In circles most lovely, his praises proclaim;
Through tempests, and sorrows, and perils, they come,
To enter those mansions prepared as their home.

3 All over those peaceful and beautiful plains,
The Lord, our Redeemer, in righteousness reigns;
His scepter of empire he now doth assume,
And kindly doth welcome his followers home.

4 How blest are those regions, the realms of repose,
Through which the fair river of life gently flows!
The regions ambrosial, forever in bloom;
God's own habitation, the saints' happy home!