The Prospect (Smith)

The Jor­dan is roll­ing be­twixt me and home;

I stand on the mar­gin

The sum­mons has come.

My Jo­shua leads me

Through death’s dark­est wave;

His hand is un­err­ing

and migh­ty to save.

Mighty to save

migh­ty to save;

The Lord is my lead­er

and migh­ty to save.

The world is be­hind me

life’s tri­als are o’er;

Lo! Heav’n is ap­pear­ing

I see the blest shore.

Bright an­gels are beam­ing

Their wel­come to me;

And God

my Re­deem­er

be­nig­nant I see.

Now in the dread mo­ment my sins I con­fess;

My on­ly foun­da­tion

Is His right­eous­ness

Who purc­hased sal­va­tion

For me by His death

And gives me as­sur­ance through pe­ni­tent faith.

O Sav­ior! be near me

keep hold of my hand:

The wa­ters

though surg­ing

Will own Thy com­mand.

My fears have all van­ished

Death’s ter­rors have gone;

I walk through the riv­er

and up to the throne.