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THE RIVER OF GOD

Ps. xlvi. 4.

               From the Rock that God has riven
                    Flows the sacred river,
                                    Through the wastes of barren ages,
                    Ever and for ever.
                                    
               Still on this side and on that side,
                    Grow the healing trees--
                                    Bearing fruit for all who hunger,
                    Leaves for all disease.
                                    
               From the everlasting fountains
                    Still it flows along,
                                    Making glad the holy city
                    Of eternal song.
                                    
               From the throne of Christ in glory,
                    Rock that God has riven,
                                    Onward still the crystal river
                    Bears the life of Heaven.
                                    
               Sheep lie yet in quiet pastures
                    By the waters still,
                                    Lilies grow in God's green meadows,
                    Cedars on His hill.
                                    
               Still to drink the living waters
                    Come the souls athirst,
                                    Eyes behold the Face of Jesus
                    Even as at first.
                                    
               Clad in white there walk beside Him
                    Still the blessed throng--
                                    Through the ages sound unsilenced
                    Psaltery and song.
                                    
               Onwards weary generations
                    Pass through deserts dread,
                                    Void and silent skies above them,
                    Under them the dead.
                                    
               Whilst unseen the Lord's fair garden
                    Round about them glows,
                                    And the barren wildernesses
                    Blossom as the rose.
                                    
               Whilst beside them unimagined
                    Glide the waters fair--
                                    Whilst around, the psalms ascending
                    Tell that Christ is there.
                    

C. P. C.


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