And Jordan rolled between.

4O could we make our doubts remove,--

Those gloomy doubts that rise,--

And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes.

5Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,--

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

556. S. M. Stennett.