The Voice of Praise ‎#968

968. Parting soul, the floods await thee

1 Parting soul, the floods await thee,
And the billows round thee roar;
Yet rejoice,--the holy city
Stands on yon celestial shore.

2 There are crowns, and thrones of glory;
There the living waters glide;
There the just, in shining raiment,
Stand by our Immanuel's side.

3 Linger not--the stream is narrow--
Though its cold, dark waters rise;
He, who passed the floods before thee
Guides thy path to yonder skies.

Text Information

• First Line: Parting soul, the floods await thee
• Author: Anon.
• Meter: 8s & 7s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Heaven; The Farther Shore

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