OFFERTORY Bound for the Promised Land

Early American Hymn, arr. Emily Crocker

The Men’s Chorus

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’m bound for the
promised land. O who will come and go with me, I am bound for the promised land.
There the gen’rous fruits that never fail immortal grow. Rocks and hills and brooks
and vales with honey flow. I’m bound, I’m bound for the promised land. O who
will go with me, I’m bound for the promised land. Soon will the Lord my soul
prepare for joys beyond the skies. Where never ceasing pleasures roll and praises
never die. I am bound for joys beyond the skies. Neverceasing pleasures roll, and
praises never die. I’m bound for the promised land. O who, will go with me, I’m
bound for the promised land.