William Walker - Sweet Prospect - текст песни (слова)

1. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye,
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
 Chorus:
 Oh, the transporting rapt'rous scene, That rises to my sight, 
 Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight.
 2. O'er all those wideextended plains, Shines one eternal day;
 There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away.
 3. No chilling winds, or pois'nois breath, Can reach that healthful shore;
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.