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THE LITTLE SANCTUARY.
Oh, peace! oh, joy eternal!
Oh, Love divine and true!
Oh, bloom and fruit immortal
That Paradise ne'er knew!
Dearer the dreariest desert
Than all earth's joys restored,
For brighter is Thy presence
By the withering of my gourd.
Oh, Love divine and true!
Oh, bloom and fruit immortal
That Paradise ne'er knew!
Dearer the dreariest desert
Than all earth's joys restored,
For brighter is Thy presence
By the withering of my gourd.
THE LITTLE SANCTUARY.
"Although I have scattered them among the countries, yet will I be to them as a little sanctuary in the countries where they shall come."—Ezekiel xi. 16.
Thou hast been Home and Friend in deserts lonely,
And Thou wilt be again.
O, let me seek Thy smile, my Jesus only,
And not the praise of men.
And Thou wilt be again.
O, let me seek Thy smile, my Jesus only,
And not the praise of men.
Lord, let me feel that Thou art ever nigh me,
And ruling all in love;
That no good thing Thy wisdom will deny me,
Thy tenderness to prove.
And ruling all in love;
That no good thing Thy wisdom will deny me,
Thy tenderness to prove.
Thy blessed voice the stormy wind obeyeth,
And Thy behest fulfils;
Thy word the tempest wild within allayeth,
And each foreboding stills.
And Thy behest fulfils;
Thy word the tempest wild within allayeth,
And each foreboding stills.
