Verse 1
When God receives his servants up,
As at the stream of death we stop,
On Jordan’s brink a moment stay:
But Jesus, our immortal guide,
Did by his death the waves divide,
And shews our souls an open way.
Verse 2
Christ and the promis’d land in view,
His ransom’d pass securely thro’,
Howe’er the idle billows roar;
In our Elijah’s mantle clad,
By his eternal Spirit stay’d,
We reach with songs the heavenly shore!