964. 7s. M. B. Barton. |He shall be like a tree planted in the rivers of water.|
1 Blessed state! and happy he
Who is like that planted tree;
Living waters lave his root,
Bends his bough with golden fruit.
2 When the seedling from its bed
First lifts up its timid head,
Ministry of thine must give.
All on which its life can live.
3 Showers from thee must bid it thrive,
Breath of thine must oft revive;
Light from thee its bloom supplies, --
Left by thee it fades and dies.
4 Thine, O Lord! the power and praise
Which a sight like this displays;
Power of thine must plant it there,
Praise of thee it should declare.