THE VEILED LAND
There's a land that is veiled from our vision
A land that is hid from our sight,
From whose shadow no traveler returneth
To tell us with joy where it lies.
A land that is hid from our sight,
From whose shadow no traveler returneth
To tell us with joy where it lies.
Though its curtain is rent for a moment,
For the weary of earth to pass through,
We catch but a gleam or a shadow
Of the land that is veiled from our view.
For the weary of earth to pass through,
We catch but a gleam or a shadow
Of the land that is veiled from our view.
O Christians! Our Hope's golden anchor,
Secure from the storm and the gale,
Is cast in the beautiful harbor
That lieth beyond the dark veil.
Secure from the storm and the gale,
Is cast in the beautiful harbor
That lieth beyond the dark veil.
Unfurl the bright banner of promise,
Safely through the mists we will sail;
For our High Priest who passed on before us
Hath entered in through the dark veil.
Safely through the mists we will sail;
For our High Priest who passed on before us
Hath entered in through the dark veil.
ALDER CREEK
Will I ever forget you, O beautiful stream?
Wherever I wander sometimes I shall dream,
A dream of cool waters that rippled and played
Or lay still and restful in vistas of shade;
A dream of old alder trees towering above,
Green branches with sunshine and shade interwove,
And lily-white ducks, as they fed from my hand,
And children, who played at my feet in the sand,
And leaves, that went floating away with the tide,
As the days of our years oh so noiselessly glide!
Will they bear me from thee, is it only a dream,
This life with its changes, O beautiful stream?
Wherever I wander sometimes I shall dream,
A dream of cool waters that rippled and played
Or lay still and restful in vistas of shade;
A dream of old alder trees towering above,
Green branches with sunshine and shade interwove,
And lily-white ducks, as they fed from my hand,
And children, who played at my feet in the sand,
And leaves, that went floating away with the tide,
As the days of our years oh so noiselessly glide!
Will they bear me from thee, is it only a dream,
This life with its changes, O beautiful stream?
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