467    C.M.     J. Swain
Looking to Jesus in Death. Ps. 23. 4; Tit. 2. 13, 14

1 Why should we shrink at Jordan’s flood,
  Or dread the unknown way?
  See, yonder rolls a stream of blood,
  That bears the curse away.

2 Death lost his sting when Jesus bled;
  When Jesus left the ground,
  Disarmed, the King of terrors fled,
  And felt a mortal wound.

3 And now his office is to wait
  Between the saints and sin;
  A porter at the heavenly gate,
  To let the pilgrims in.

4 And though his pale and ghastly face
  May seem to frown the while;
  We soon shall see the King of grace,
  And he’ll for ever smile.