|For the Lord shall comfort Zion; He will comfort all her waste places; and He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.| -- Isaiah 51:3.
|Sing, O Heavens; and be joyful, O Earth; for the Lord hath comforted his people.| -- Isaiah 49:13.
A living, loving, lasting word,
My listening ear believing heard,
While bending down in prayer;
Like a sweet breeze that none can stay,
It passed my soul upon its way,
And left a blessing there.
Then joyful thoughts that come and go,
By paths the holy angels know,
Encamped around my soul;
As in a dream of blest repose,
Mid withered reeds a river rose,
And through the desert stole.
I lifted up my eyes to see --
The wilderness was glad for me,
Its thorns were bright with bloom;
And onward travellers still in sight,
Marked out a path of shining light,
And shade unmixed with gloom.
O sweet the strains of those before,
|The weary knees are weak no more,
The faithful heart is strong;|
But sweeter, nearer, from above,
That word of everlasting love,
The promise and the song.