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.
