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