Karen Peck & New River – On The Banks Of The Promised Land (Live)
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Karen Peck & New River – On The Banks Of The Promised Land (Live)


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. And what a day
that’s gonna be. 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. Oh, 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. And I’m led
from His grace to His glory on the banks
of the promised land. On the banks
of the promised land. Oh, who will come
and go with me? Oh, I am bound for the promised land. On Jordan’s stormy banks
I stand and cast a wishful eye to Canaan’s fair
and happy land, where my possessions lie. I am bound
for the promised land. I am bound
for the promised land. Oh, who will come and go with me? I am bound for the promised land. Sing that chorus again. 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.

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