Fear not, for he is with thee. Jordan’s tide
Can never overwhelm thy trusting soul;
Secure are they in Jesus who confide;
Though storms arise, and raging billows roll,
A mighty Friend is near, who can the storm control.
XXIX.
O, that I could, my dear, my dying love!
Go with thee through the dark and dreary vale,
Till thou hast spread thy wings and soar’d above,
Till saints and angels loud thy coming hail!