On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye, Toward 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. O'er all those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are feared and felt no more. When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest! When shall I see my Father's face, And in His bosom rest?Хто погляне на Хрест บริสุทธิ์ لي أب بي يعتني Soʻrayman Xudodan Ztiš srdce mé + v náruči Tvé If He could still the storm for his disciples Fara de Hristos tu nu poţi trăi ʿlwt jdạaⁿ fy ẓlạm lyl bạrd nsjd wnʿln ạ̉frạḥnạ
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