On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
All o’er those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away. [Chorus]
No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more. [Chorus]
When shall I reach that happy place
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face
And in His bosom rest? [Chorus]
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
O who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
Samuel Stennett, 1787
Read Hebrews 4:8-11
(Do we realize the banks are stormy? Or are we so accustomed to them so as not to notice? Don’t get me wrong, I like my life as well as anyone, but it’s undeniable that the more comfortable I am here, the less I long for rest in the promised land. Since it’s almost the end of the school year, perhaps we can think of our time here on earth like living in a dorm. It’s not bad, but it’s not home. We are here until we learn all God needs for us to learn before we “graduate.” Then we’ll head home and begin the life we’ve been preparing for all this time.)