Tho our enemies are strong well grown Tho our hearts dsisolve with fear Lo Sin as God is near While the firy pillows move well go on
Tho marah has bitter streams well go on Tho Bacas vale be dry And the land yield no supply To a land of corn & wine well go on
And when to jordorns flood we are come Jehovah rules the tide And the waters hath divide And the ransomed host shall shout we are come
Then friends shall meet again whole and loved O our embraces shall be sweet At the dear redeemers feet When we meet to part no more who have loved
Tho our enemies are strong well grown Tho our hearts disolve with fear Lo Sin as God is near While the firy pillows move well goon
Tho march has bitter streams well goon Tho Bacas vale be dry And the land yield no supply To a land of corn & wine well goon