ON the high cliffs of Jordan, with pleasure I stand
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Verse 1
ON the high cliffs of Jordan, with pleasure I stand, And view in perspective the fair promised land;The land where the ransom'd with singing shall come, And enter the kingdom prepared as their home.
Verse 1
ON the high cliffs of Jordan, with pleasure I stand, And view the fair
city which God hath prepared; And enter the kingdom prepared as their home.
Verse 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.
Verse 2
Tis there all the nations redeemed by the Lamb, In circles around the eternal throne, And the song of redemption shall never be done. To enter those mansions, prepared as their home.
Verse 3
All over those peaceful, delectable plains, the Lord, our Redeemer, in righteousness reigns; His sceptre of empire he now doth assume, And kindly doth welcome his followers home.
Verse 3
All tears shall be wiped from the eyes of the blest, The Lord, our Redeemer, in righteousness reigns; The scepter of empire he now doth assume, And kindly doth welcome his followers home.
Verse 4
How bless'd are those regions, the realms of repose, Where with fruit, O how grateful, the tree of life grows! The regions ambrosial for ever in bloom, God's own habitation, the saints' happy home!
Verse 4
How blessed are those who embrace the tree of life! Where saints tell, how grateful, the tree of life grows! The regions unheavenly forever in bloom, God's own habitation, the saints' happy home!
Verse 5
Those pleasures of glory, O when shall I share, And crowns of celestial felicity wear? And range o'er those landscapes exempt from a sigh, The home of the faithful, now specially nigh?
Verse 5
Those pleasures of glory, oh! when shall we share, And crowns of celestial felicity wear? And range o'er those landscapes exempt from a sigh, The home of the faithful, now specially nigh?