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One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads

Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow]

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[Rise, for God calls thee, leaning down to bless]

“What aileth thee, Hagar?”

Rise, for God calls thee, leaning down to bless,
Aye to thy tears attent;
Why sitt'st thou, dying of drought all shelterless,
Mourning, like Hagar in the wilderness,
When the water was spent.

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The river of Egypt she did think upon,
Whereof she drank of yore.
But she did thirst again. The white sun shone
Blinding above her head—her strength was gone—
The bondwoman hoped no more.
Then she lift up her voice and wept, and He
Above did audience give.
He call'd her. Rise, for so He calls to thee,
Opens thine eyes a well of water to see—
Drink, desolate soul, and live.
Water of Life! God's gift to man's distress,
When he lamenting sore
Doth mourn like Hagar in the wilderness;
Behold it, flowing and free, His love confess,
Drink thou, and thirst no more.