THE blood had been the token
When judgment passed us o'er;
The word our God had spoken
Was true for evermore;
But, track, d by foes pursuing,
We faced the swelling tide,
No way, no succor viewing,
To reach the other side.
Who made through those deep waters
A passage dry and free?
Whose arm triumphant brought us
Beyond that mighty sea?
While those who once ruled o'er us
Sank in its awful tide,
And lay in death before us
On this, the other side.
Jesus! those waters teach us
What Thou hast once endured;
That they might never reach us,
Thy death this way procured.
We praise Thy name all-glorious,
The risen One who died;
And share Thy place victorious
This Resurrection-side!
Not only as forgiven
The countless debt we owed.
Our portion now is heaven,
All things with Thee bestowed.
From Jordan, too, as learning
That with Thee we have
Ne'er let our hearts be turning
Back to that other side!