Ps. xxiii. 5.
Bread
that camest down from Heaven,
Fruit
of the eternal
tree;
Banquet
which my God has given
Even
unto
me;
Lo,
before the world that scorneth,
I
give thanks and
eat,
At
the table in the desert,
Spread
with heavenly
meat;
Wine
of the divinest gladness,
Milk
and honey
sweet.
In
the wilderness unwatered,
In
the lonely
land,
This
the feast of God made ready
By
His mighty
Hand;
Thither
came I, spent and weary,
Hungry
and
athirst,
From
the wastes of thorn and thistle
Of
the land
accursed,
There
to find the feast where angels
Serve,
but may not
share--
None
but Christ and His redeemed ones
Gathered
round Him
there.
There
the desert blossometh,
There
the waters
spring;
There
the psalteries make music,
There
the blessed
sing.
By
the heavenly banquet strengthened,
Short
the way to
me,
Over
moor and fen and mountain,
O'er
the pathless
sea;
For
the glory of His City
Shines
along the
road
Where
the feet unwearied journey
To
the Home of
God.
S. B.
