On the Banks of the Promised Land Karen Peck & New River

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
(Welcome, angel band)
Oh, 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 bound me here
Jesus knows and Hе understands
They'll be washеd away as I cross that 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