THE EXCEEDING GOOD LAND.
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Tell how He met thee, all His radiance shrouded;
How in thy sorrow came
His pitying voice, breathing, when faith was clouded,
Thine own familiar name.
How in thy sorrow came
His pitying voice, breathing, when faith was clouded,
Thine own familiar name.
So at the grave's dark portal thou mayst linger,
And hymn thy happy strain:
The passing world may mock the feeble singer;
Heed not, but sing again.
And hymn thy happy strain:
The passing world may mock the feeble singer;
Heed not, but sing again.
Thus wait, thus watch, till He the last link sever:
And soon that day shall be,
"When in His beauty thou shalt bask for ever,
For Christ hath made thee free!
And soon that day shall be,
"When in His beauty thou shalt bask for ever,
For Christ hath made thee free!
THE EXCEEDING GOOD LAND.
"Give me a blessing; for thou hast given me a south land: give me also springs of water."—Judges i. 15.
"The Lord, He it is that doth go before thee; He will be with thee, He will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed."—Deut. xxxi. 8.
"The Lord your God hath given you rest, and hath given you this land."—Joshua i. 13.
Lord, bring me to that good land,
The land of brooks of water,
Of fountains in the valley
That each rill and river fills;
The land of brooks of water,
Of fountains in the valley
That each rill and river fills;
