What wilt thou do in the swell­ing of Jor­dan,
Boldly re­ject­ing the Lamb that was slain,
Scorning the grief in Geth­se­ma­ne’s gar­den,
Letting Him suf­fer and die all in vain?

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Soon in the mid­night thy soul He’ll be call­ing;
Who then can save thee from dan­ger ap­pal­ling?
Too late to plead then for mer­cy and par­don!
What wilt thou do? What wilt thou do?
What wilt thou do in the swell­ing of Jor­dan?

This side the ri­ver, friends near­est and dear­est
Leave thee to go on thy jour­ney alone;
If in the val­ley of sha­dow thou fear­est,
Cling to the hand of the Cru­ci­fied One.

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But in thy wan­der­ings He fol­lows thee ev­er,
Seeking to win thee by night and by day;
Hear His sweet pro­mise, I’ll ne­ver, no, ne­ver
Leave thee to per­ish, for I am the Way.

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Life’s sun is set­ting, and dark­ness is near­ing;
Too late to­mor­row thy plead­ing may be;
Tell Him thy sor­row, and trust Him, un­fear­ing;
He who saved sin­ners will save ev­en thee.

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