When swelling Jordan o'er us rolls,
Should Christ his lovely presence hide,
Will it not overwhelm our souls
Before we reach the Canaan side?

Who knows how deep the flood may be
Then we our awful summons hear;
And what dark prospects we may see
When his black banners death shall rear?

Well, should the tyrant Death display
His fiercest form when we pass o'er,
Our skilful Guide knows all the way
From Jordan's brink to Canaan's shore.

Yes, the Redeemer once was dead!
And, when he pass'd the gloomy grave,
Death's blackest waves roll'd o'er his head
That we might know his pow'r to save.

Jesus has conquer'd Death for us,
When his dark mansions he pass'd through
He to a blessing turn'd the curse,
And we shall triumph o'er him too.