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Rh With a world of love in his patient eyes
 * He stretches the wounded hands to aid,

And once more speaks in such sad surprise:
 * “Oh doubting one, art thou still afraid?

My feet once pressed the cold dark wave,
 * Unaided I stepped o’er the river’s brink,

And wil’t thou not trust me, its dangers brave?
 * I will bear thee up and thou can’st not sink.”

Then all fear goes out from my doubting soul
 * And a wondrous peace steals in instead,

As once more I press to the river cold
 * And the icy waters no longer dread,

And as boldly I plunge in the chilling tide
 * The song of the Angels rings sweet and clear—

“Though the river is dark and cold and wide
 * Thy Saviour is with thee, so be of good cheer.”