“When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee;” Isa. xliii, 2.

“Os rhaid wynebu’r afon donog,”

Though I have to cross the river,
There is One, Who, there before,
Strong as ever to deliver,
Guarantees a golden shore.
Gazing heavenward at the haven
Entered by Immanuel,
I expect to triumph even
Over death, the grave and hell.

Though my flesh must see corruption,
And be buried in the grave,
He Who is The Resurrection
Is Omnipotent to save.
Now, as through a glass and darkly,
Faith enables me to see
My Deliverer, but shortly
I shall see with certainty.

When the veil is rent asunder,
And the records are unsealed,
To mankind and angels’ wonder,
Jesus Christ shall be revealed.
I shall meet Him as a Person
Crowned and seated on His throne,
And behold a Blessed Ransom
Found in Him and Him alone.

Present pleasures prove vexation,—
Earthly treasures vanity,—
But the waters of salvation
Satisfy and sanctify.
Oh to live and die esteeming
Temporalities as dross,
And arise through the Redeeming
Blood of Him Who bore my cross!