CCXVII. DARK RIVER OF DEATH. "How wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan.” Jer. xii. 5. (Words by Edmeston.) 1. DARK river of Death, that is flowing 2. When the cold stormy waters rise o'er me, 3. When the hands I love dearly are wringing, The eyes all for me wet with tears; The hearts that surround me still clinging, And I all misgivings and fears: 4. Ere the warmth of that love be departed That binds us so closely below, Could I bear to see them broken-hearted, 5. O DEATH! thou last portion of sorrow, The prospect of Heaven is bright; CCXVIII. SECOND PART. 6. O THOU who hast broken the power Be with me in that solemn hour, 7. The glory from Calvary streaming, May shine o'er the cold sable wave; And the faith that is oftentimes beaming May burst through the gloom of the grave. 8. And peace may shine cloudless above me, When I think what my Saviour has said; THE FATHER HIMSELF deigns to love me, And JESUS hath died in my stead! 9. With the prospect of meeting for ever, - With the bright gates of Heaven in view, From the dearest on earth I could sever, And smile a delighted adieu! CCXIX. WHY THOSE FEARS? (Words and Music by Kelly-See Mat. viii. 24-28.) 1. WHY those fears?-behold, 'tis JESUS Where the mourners cease to weep! 2. Could we stay where death was hovering; Leaving all we loved before. 3. Led by Him, we brave the ocean; And the storms before Him fly. 4. Render'd safe by His protection, Think on toils and dangers past. On that tranquil, happy shore. CCXX. TRUST IN GOD. Isaiah xl. 27, to the end. (Air, Kildare, as 15th Ps. Collection of 50 Psalms. 1. WHY pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint, Despairing of relief; As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cause, And did not heed thy grief? 2. Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, That firm remains on high The everlasting throne of Him 3. Art thou afraid His power shall fail 4. Supreme in wisdom as in power Though Him thou canst not see, nor trace 5. He gives the conquest to the weak, CCXXI. SECOND PART. 6. MERE human power shall fast decay, But they who wait upon the Lord, 7. They with unwearied feet shall tread With growing ardor onward move, On |