River of Death

Darkly the wa­ters roll

And pass with a sull­en roar;

And they surge

and ed­dy

and awe the soul

That must pass to the oth­er shore.

Waters roll

wa­ters roll

And pass with a sull­en roar;

Waters roll

wa­ters roll

As we pass to the oth­er shore.

Into the seeth­ing foam

The wea­ri­some soul must go;

But

oh

what a won­der­ful change has come

That calme­th the wa­ters so.

Jesus

the Sav­ior

spoke

Unto the wild waves: Be still!

And the waves in­to harm­less rip­ples broke

Becalmed by the Mas­ter’s will.