Full Lyrics
Deep Jordan's bank I tread,
And trembling, linger;
I fain would cross, but dreadIts stormy water.
Oh! that I could avoid,
its ever swelling tide,
And soar to yonder side,
sweet Canaan's border.
But seeing on Zion's Hill,
My old companions,
Now free, from ev'ry ill,
And dire afflictions.
Why fear I any more;
The God, their Help of yore,
Will bring me safely o'er,
To Heaven's bright mansions.
