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.
No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness, sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blessed?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest?
I am bound for the Promised Land.
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True that.
amen
yes, finally you are on blogspot :)
PTL
YES! Glad I will be able to read your thoughts on here. Look forward to it.
A welcome addition to the blog world.
You probably already saw this on JT's blog but check his posts on the Beckwith/Rome news and read Carl Trueman's (excellent and thoughtful) essay and Scott Clark's (slightly embittered, managing to squeeze in some anti-Edwards sentiment) post as well.
The relevant post on http://triablogue.blogspot.com/ is also good and the whole thing will fire you up for the gospel.
excellent Steve.
What an encouraging
reminder of where our
hope lies!!!
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