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MY GARDEN-GROUND.
I cried, "Oh, anything but this
Hadst Thou but chosen, Lord!
That brook had sweeter songs for me
Than any summer bird."
Hadst Thou but chosen, Lord!
That brook had sweeter songs for me
Than any summer bird."
He eluded not, that Husbandman,
But whispered, while I mourned,
"Only believe!"and then I thought
My little brook returned.
It soothed me with an angel tongue,
And stilled my falling tear:
"O dear one!"thus it seemed to sing,
"Rejoice I am not here!
But whispered, while I mourned,
"Only believe!"and then I thought
My little brook returned.
It soothed me with an angel tongue,
And stilled my falling tear:
"O dear one!"thus it seemed to sing,
"Rejoice I am not here!
"My voice rings in thy future home,
And Jesus loves the strain;
Oh, never, never wish me back
'Mid earthly scenes again.
No summer heat can reach me there,
No winter's frost or snow;
And radiant in the light of life
My rippling wavelets flow.
And Jesus loves the strain;
Oh, never, never wish me back
'Mid earthly scenes again.
No summer heat can reach me there,
No winter's frost or snow;
And radiant in the light of life
My rippling wavelets flow.
"Not lost for thee the silver stream,
Not dumb my summer song;
Beyond the Jordan's wave it flows
Far fairer fields among,
Not dumb my summer song;
Beyond the Jordan's wave it flows
Far fairer fields among,