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Dost Thy soul ransomed from Egypt,
Yet in the wilderness stay?
Canaan’s fair land is before thee,
Cross over Jordan today.
Look, oh, my brother,
Canaan, the land of the blest,
Lies now before thee;
Haste to the place of thy rest.
Spend not thy life thus forever
Treading the wilderness way;
Enter the fullness of favor,
Cross over Jordan today.
Look, oh, my brother,
Canaan, the land of the blest,
Lies now before thee;
Haste to the place of thy rest.
Life will be pleasanter, sweeter,
Stony no longer the way;
Many the foes left behind thee—
Cross over Jordan today.
Look, oh, my brother,
Canaan, the land of the blest,
Lies now before thee;
Haste to the place of thy rest.
Why dost thou shrink from the crossing?
Thinkest thou still of delay?
Waiting will not make thee stronger,
Cross over Jordan today.
Look, oh, my brother,
Canaan, the land of the blest,
Lies now before thee;
Haste to the place of thy rest.
Thou art abundantly able,
Falter not now by the way;
Grace all-abounding is waiting,
Cross over Jordan today.
Look, oh, my brother,
Canaan, the land of the blest,
Lies now before thee;
Haste to the place of thy rest.
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