Some day, I know not when ’twill be,
The an­gel death will come to me;
But this I know, if Christ be near,
Old Jor­dan’s waves I will not fear.

My sins He long ago for­gave,
And still I feel His pow­er to save;
And if I keep the wit­ness clear,
Old Jor­dan’s waves I will not fear.

O’er me has sor­row’s storm oft swept,
Safe from the dan­ger me He’s kept;
If still I trust this friend so dear,
Old Jor­dan’s waves I will not fear.

My loved ones, they have crossed the tide,
But safe­ly crossed with Christ their guide;
They sweet­ly whis­per in my ear,
Old Jor­dan’s waves I do not fear.

So when at death’s cold brink I stand,
My hand clasped in the Sav­ior’s hand;
I too shall shout in tones so clear,
Old Jor­dan’s waves I do not fear.