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THE EXCEEDING GOOD LAND.
A land of wheat and barley,
The vine tree and the olive,
Where the precious ore lies hidden
In the everlasting hills.
The vine tree and the olive,
Where the precious ore lies hidden
In the everlasting hills.
My heart looked onward, pleading,
"Give me the land of promise!
And with Thy smile, my Father,
I shall not know a fear.
Oh, lead me to that good land,
The land of living waters!
For I know my heavenly Father
Will His child's petition hear."
"Give me the land of promise!
And with Thy smile, my Father,
I shall not know a fear.
Oh, lead me to that good land,
The land of living waters!
For I know my heavenly Father
Will His child's petition hear."
I looked for Him to guide me
To Hermon's dewy mountain;
But I found me in a valley
I ne'er had seen before.
And, lost in wild amazement,
My troubled spirit questioned:
"Where shall I find that good land?
I thought my search was o'er."
To Hermon's dewy mountain;
But I found me in a valley
I ne'er had seen before.
And, lost in wild amazement,
My troubled spirit questioned:
"Where shall I find that good land?
I thought my search was o'er."
A tempest rose around me,
While wondering and dejected,
And mocking sounds of laughter
Broke o'er my gloomy path.
While wondering and dejected,
And mocking sounds of laughter
Broke o'er my gloomy path.
