65 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand

p. 65

Tune: Sweet Prospect, William Walker, 1833

Text: Samuel Stennett, 1787

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

O’er all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

No chilling winds, or pois’nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

457 Wayfaring Stranger

p. 457

Tune: Wayfaring Stranger, arr. John M Dye, 1935

Text: Bever's Christian Songster, 1858. (which you can see at https://archive.org/details/christiansongste00beve/page/n3/mode/2up) , as no.23 'I am a pilgrim and a stranger'. But hardly any of the words are the same! So where does this version of the text really come from?

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,

While journ’ying through this world of woe,
Yet, there’s no sickness, toil nor danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to see my Father,
I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beaut’ous fields lie just before me,
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to see my Mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout Salvation’s story,
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I’m going there to meet my Savior,
To sing His praise forevermore;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

290 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?

p.290

Tune: Victoria, Leonard P Breedlove, 1850

Text: Isaac Watts 1707 (there's a lot more than this!)

Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sovereign die?

I have but one more river to cross,

And then I'll be at rest.

Would he devote that sacred head
for such a worm as I?

I have but one more river to cross,

And then I'll be at rest.

274b Roll Jordan

p.274 bottom

Tune: Roll Jordan - Charles Wesley, 1758 alt.

Text: AW and John G McCurry, 1855. (incomplete here)

He comes! He comes! the Judge severe!
Roll, Jordan, roll;
The seventh trumpet speaks Him near;
Roll, Jordan, roll;

I want to go to heav'n, I do, Hallelujah, Lord,
We'll praise the Lord in heav'n above
Roll, Jordan, roll.

His lightnings flash, His thunders roll;
Roll, Jordan, roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!
Roll, Jordan, roll;

I want to go to heav'n, I do, Hallelujah, Lord,
We'll praise the Lord in heav'n above
Roll, Jordan, roll.