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Hymn In Drought
Not without thee, our God, the skies
Pour down the plenteous rain;
To thee our prayers in faith arise,
Nor shall we ask in vain.
Pour down the plenteous rain;
To thee our prayers in faith arise,
Nor shall we ask in vain.
Scorched are the hills on every side,
And e'en the meadows dry,
And dry the brooks, that through them glide,
And verdure fresh supply.
And e'en the meadows dry,
And dry the brooks, that through them glide,
And verdure fresh supply.
The birds are hushed, the cattle stand
Beside the empty pool;
Or wander far on every hand,
Their raging thirst to cool.
Beside the empty pool;
Or wander far on every hand,
Their raging thirst to cool.
In vain to Science would we look,
To teach, of this, the cause;
She finds in nature's wondrous book,
But fixed and general laws.
To teach, of this, the cause;
She finds in nature's wondrous book,
But fixed and general laws.
Through Nature's laws, we look to Thee,
On whom those laws depend;
And, in the suffering that we see,
Would own some gracious end.
On whom those laws depend;
And, in the suffering that we see,
Would own some gracious end.
Teach us the lesson we should learn,
To look to Thee in prayer;
From sin and every idol turn,
And daily own thy care.
To look to Thee in prayer;
From sin and every idol turn,
And daily own thy care.
Poem No. 371; July 1864
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