Fear and distrust remove;
O, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.


Jordan's Strand

My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger.


_Chorus_

For, O we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover!

We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
"Let every lamp be burning."

Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.