Old Jordan’s Waves I Do Not Fear

Some day

I know not when ’twill be

The an­gel death will come to me;

But this I know

if Christ be near

Old Jor­dan’s waves I will not fear.

My sins He long ago for­gave

And still I feel His pow­er to save;

And if I keep the wit­ness clear

Old Jor­dan’s waves I will not fear.

O’er me has sor­row’s storm oft swept

Safe from the dan­ger me He’s kept;

If still I trust this friend so dear

Old Jor­dan’s waves I will not fear.

My loved ones

they have crossed the tide

But safe­ly crossed with Christ their guide;

They sweet­ly whis­per in my ear

Old Jor­dan’s waves I do not fear.

So when at death’s cold brink I stand

My hand clasped in the Sav­ior’s hand;

I too shall shout in tones so clear

Old Jor­dan’s waves I do not fear.