On the Banks of the Promised Land

I have built my life on the solid Rock
 Far away from the sinking sand
 And I cast my eyes to the home that waits
 On the banks of the Promised Land
 There's a song of praise that is lifted there
 By the saints and the angel band
 And I long to go and to join the choir
 On the banks of the Promised Land
 Hallelujah, what a morning
 When I reach for that nail-scarred hand
 And I'm led from grace to glory
 On the banks of the Promised Land
 Every grief and pain that has found me here
 Jesus knows, and He understands
 They'll be washed away as I cross death's stream
 To the banks of the Promised Land
 Hallelujah, what a morning
 When I reach for that nail-scarred hand
 And I'm led from grace to glory
 On the banks of the Promised Land
 Then I'll see the face of my Savior dear
 Beckoned close by His sweet command
 All my burdens gone; I will rest at last
 On the banks of the Promised Land
 Hallelujah, what a morning
 When I reach for that nail-scarred hand
 And I'm led from grace to glory
 On the banks of the Promised Land
 Oh, who will come and go with me?
 I am bound for the promised land