2 When at Marah, parched with heat, 3 Through the water, through the fire, Never let me fall or tire, Every step brings Canaan nigher: 4 When I stand on Jordan's brink, 5 When the victory is won, heart is weary and dis-tressed, Seeking for com Father, Come un to Me, and I will give you rest. A-men. 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned, 3 Large are the mansions in Thy Father's dwelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. 4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed: C. H. Esling, 1839 |