The Master Has Come over Jordan

The Mas­ter has come ov­er Jor­dan

Said Han­nah

the mo­ther

one day

He is heal­ing the peo­ple who throng Him

With a touch of His fin­ger

they say;

And now I shall car­ry the child­ren—

Little Ra­chel

and Sa­mu­el

and John

And dear lit­tle Esther

the ba­by

For the Mas­ter to look up­on.

The fa­ther then looked at her kind­ly

And said

as he ten­der­ly smiled

Now who but a fond lov­ing mo­ther

Would think of a pro­ject so wild?

If the child­ren were tor­tured by de­mons

Or dy­ing with fev­er

’twere well;

Or had they taint of the le­per

Like ma­ny around us who dwell.

Nay

nay

do not hin­der me

Na­than

I feel such a bur­den of care;

And if to the Mas­ter I tell it

That bur­den He’ll help me to bear;

If He but lays His hands on the child­ren

My heart will be light­er

I know

For a bless­ing for ev­er and ev­er

Will fol­low them each as they go.

So

ov­er the mount­ains of Ju­dah

Along with the vines all so green

With Es­ther asleep on her bo­som

And Ra­chel her bro­thers be­tween;

With the peo­ple who hung on His teach­ing

Or wait­ed His touch or His word;

Through the row of proud Pha­ri­sees hast­en­ing

She pressed to the feet of the Lord.

Now

why shouldst thou hin­der the Mas­ter

Said Pe­ter

with child­ren like these?

Thou know­est from morn un­til ev­en­ing

He is teach­ing and heal­ing dis­ease.

Said Je­sus: For­bid not the child­ren

Permit them to come un­to Me!

Then He took in His arms lit­tle Es­ther

And Ra­chel He sat on His knee.

The care-strick­en heart of the mo­ther

Was lift­ed all sor­row ab­ove;

His hands kind­ly laid on the child­ren

He blest them with ho­li­est love;

And said of the babes on His bo­som

Of such are the king­dom of Heav­en.

Then the strength for all du­ty and tri­al

That hour to her spir­it was giv­en.