I have built my life
on the solid rock
far away
from the sinking sand.
And I cast my eyes
to the home that waits...
On the banks
of the promised land.
There's a song of praise
that is lifted there
by the saints
and the angel band.
And I long to go
and to join the choir
on the banks
of the promised land.
Hallelujah, what a morning
when I reach
for that nail-scarred hand
and I'm led
from grace to glory
on the banks
of the promised land.
Every grief and pain
that has found me here
Jesus knows,
and He understands.
They'll be washed away
as I cross death's stream
to the banks
of the promised land.
Hallelujah, what a morning
when I reach
for that nail-scarred hand
and I'm led
from grace to glory
on the banks
of the promised land.
And what a day
that's gonna be.
Then I'll see the face
of my Savior dear,
beckoned close
by His sweet command.
All my burdens gone,
I will rest at last...
On the banks
of the promised land.
Oh, Hallelujah,
what a morning
when I reach
for that nail-scarred hand
and I'm led
from grace to glory
on the banks
of the promised land.
And I'm led
from His grace to His glory
on the banks
of the promised land.
On the banks
of the promised land.
Oh, who will come
and go with me?
Oh, I am bound
for the promised land.
On Jordan's stormy banks
I stand
and cast a wishful eye
to Canaan's fair
and happy land,
where my possessions lie.
I am bound
for the promised land.
I am bound
for the promised land.
Oh, who will come
and go with me?
I am bound
for the promised land.
Sing that chorus again.
Hallelujah,
what a morning
when I reach
for that nail-scarred hand
and I'm led
from grace
to glory
on the banks
of the promised
land.
