Just across this wilderness,
Is my loving Master, who
Momentary, light distress
Bids me pass and join him through.
Though it is a burning waste,
I will limp to him in haste.
Just across this raging sea
Walks my Lord upon the main,
To his side commanding me,
Saving when I sink again.
When most sorely waves distress,
Then his hand is mightiest.
Just upon this wooden cross
Where my Savior hung for sin,
I will suffer every loss,
Only let me live with him.
Though my spirit waste away,
He will raise it day by day.
Just across eternity
Lies eternity beyond,
Passing all hyperbole
With the glory therein found.
Though my weeping spend the night,
Joy will dawn in boundless light.
—8/24/25
