The Swelling of Jordan

What wilt thou do in the swell­ing of Jor­dan

Boldly re­ject­ing the Lamb that was slain

Scorning the grief in Geth­se­ma­ne’s gar­den

Letting Him suf­fer and die all in vain?

Soon in the mid­night thy soul He’ll be call­ing;

Who then can save thee from dan­ger ap­pal­ling?

Too late to plead then for mer­cy and par­don!

What wilt thou do? What wilt thou do?

What wilt thou do in the swell­ing of Jor­dan?

This side the riv­er

friends near­est and dear­est

Leave thee to go on thy jour­ney alone;

If in the val­ley of sha­dow thou fear­est

Cling to the hand of the Cru­ci­fied One.

But in thy wan­der­ings He fol­lows thee ev­er

Seeking to win thee by night and by day;

Hear His sweet pro­mise

I’ll nev­er

no

nev­er

Leave thee to per­ish

for I am the Way.

Life’s sun is set­ting

and dark­ness is near­ing;

Too late to­mor­row thy plead­ing may be;

Tell Him thy sor­row

and trust Him

un­fear­ing;

He who saved sin­ners will save ev­en thee.