The river of death

1 O, bright is the shore that lies beyond,
And shining its golden sands are seen;
But fearful and dark with stormy waves
The river of death rolls in between.

Chorus:
O happy the children fair and sweet,
That there on the Saviour's bosom lean;
He carried them safely through the waves
Of the river of death that rolls between.

2 O, fair are the hills that greet our sight,
And clad in their robes of living green,
We tremble and turn with tearful eyes,
For the river of Death that rolls between. [Chorus]

3 O, great is the throng of ransomed there,
Whose souls have been washed from every sin;
And why should we shrink and fear to pass
The river of Death that rolls between? [Chorus]

4 O sweet is the thought to fearful souls,
That Christ through the waters dark hath been;
His power to save will bring us through
The river of Death that rolls between. [Chorus]

Source: The Little Sower for Sabbath Schools #98