Steve Cackley called attention to the following song by posting a link to it on Facebook. It is Stream of Death from The New Harmonia Sacra, or A Compilation of Genuine Church by Joseph Funk. It is on page 276 in the 1923 19th edition. Listen. It's good. (Only has the last 3 stanzas.)
1 There is a stream whose narrow tide
The known and unknown worlds divide
Where all must go.
Its wavelces waters, dark and deep,
'Mid sullen silence downward sweep,
With moanless flow.
2 I saw when at the dreary flood,
A smiling infant prattling stood
Whose hour had come.
Untaught of ill, he near'd the tide
Sunk, as to cradled rest, and died,
Like going home.
3 Followed, with languid eye, anon,
A youth diseased, and pale, and wan,
And there alone.
He gazed upon the leaden stream,
And feared to plunge—I heard a scream,
And he was gone.
4 And then a form, in manhood's strength,
Came bustling on, till then at length,
He saw life's bound.
He shrunk and raised the bitter pray'r,
Too late—His shriek of wild despair,
The waters drowned.
5 Next stood upon that surgeless shore
A being bowed by many a score
Of toilsome years.
Earth-bound and sad he left the bank,
Back turned his dimming eye, and sank,
Ah, full of fears.
6 How bitter must thy waters be,
O death! How hard a thing, ah me,
It is to die!
I mused, when to that stream again,
Another form of mortal man,
With smiles drew nigh.
7. "'Tis the last pang," he calmly said,
"To me, O death, thou hast no dread;
Savior, I come!
Spread but thine arms on yonder shore
I see, ye waters, bear me o'er,
There is my home."
[Miscellaneous Selections, Published as Supplement to the Connecticut Courant, Volume 5, 1838 credits this poem to "E. W. B. C." and the Cambridge Chronicle, Volume IV, Number 22, 31 May 1849 credits it to E. W. Channing.]