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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.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1787
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SWEET PROSPECT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1833
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