Dear
comrades, look up to the joys set before thee,
And
haste on thy way to the regions of glory,
A crown
and a kingdom thy faith may discover,
Thy
troubles are great, but they soon will be over,
For
Jesus hath suffered, thy soul to deliver,
And open
thy passage through Jordan’s dark river.
Christ
is a sure help to the children of Zion,
But if
thou hast any false props to rely on,
Thy soul
is deluded; think what thou art doing;
O cast
them away ere they sink thee to ruin.
For none
but Jehovah has power to deliver
And bear
up thy soul in the midst of the river.
The
clouds gather blackness, the night is fast coming,
The
river swells high and the billows are foaming;
On what
wilt thou lean when thy strength is all wasted;
Thy
reeds will all fail and thy hopes will be blasted;
O cry
unto Jesus thy soul to deliver,
And
there of thy spirit, when crossing the river.
But in
thy true character am I mistaken?
Hast
thou in that folly, thy Saviour forsaken?
O, come
again to Him, for peace and for pardon,
Or soon
thou must sink in the swellings of Jordan:
Thy soul
from all danger He then will deliver,
And
nothing shall harm thee in crossing the river.
But if
on His mercy thy soul is relying,
Thou
hast nothing to fear, neither living or dying;
The
footmen and horses shall fall down before thee,
And
Jordan shall open thy passage to glory;
And when
thou art landed safe over the river,
We’ll
sing of salvation for ever and ever.