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Then a song rose in the darkness.
 And softly on my sight
A track of golden glory
 Touched every wave with light.
'Twas a Father's sweet compassion,
 Lest my weary soul should sink,
And my foes rejoice above me
 As I stood on Jordan's brink.

"Nay, child, these roaring waters
 Will not be passed alone,
A path is made already,
 Where the living God hath gone;
And He who went before thee
 Is watching o'er thee now;
His hand upholds thee, fainting,
 With the death -dew on thy brow.

"Yea, 'stand still,' and remember
 The way thy steps were led;
His arms (the Everlasting)
 Are ceaselessly outspread;
Not one good thing was lacking,
 And they who watch shall see,
That as I was with Moses,
 So will I be with thee.

"Fear not th' accuser's malice;
 His rage shall be in vain;