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The Book of Praise.
How sweet the prospect is ! It cheers the pilgrim's breast! We're journeying through the wilderness, But soon shall gain our rest! Hallelujah) We are on our way to God !
Thomas Kelly. 1812.
When Israel, by Divine command,
The pathless desert trod, They found, though 'twas a barren land,
A sure resource in God.
A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, And screen'd them from the heat;
From the hard rocks their water flow'd, And manna was their meat.
Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from adverse powers ; Like them, we pass a desert too;
And Israel's God is ours.
His Word a light before us spreads
By which our path we see ; His Love, a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.
Jesus, the Bread of Life, is given
To be our daily food ; We drink a wondrous stream from Heaven,
'Tis water, wine, and blood.
Lord ! 'tis enough! I ask no more,
These blessings are Divine ; I envy not the worldling's store,
If Christ and Heaven%re mine.
John Newton. 1779.