“In a dry and thirsty land,
Where no water is,”
Thou hast given us, O, God!
Glorious promises!
Kneeling at thy mercy seat,
Pouring out our prayer,
O, how sweet it is to know,
Thou wilt meet us there!
Sweet the words the Savior said
To his chosen few,
“Ye shall not be comfortless,
I will come to you.”
Be not troubled, O, my soul!
He will come again,
To receive you to himself,
Wash’d from every stain.
He has sent the Comforter,
With us to abide,
Till, with all his chosen ones,
We are glorified!
Many mansions are prepared
Where our Lord has gone;
Surely to that peaceful home
Sweetly we are drawn!
Blessed Spirit! when my heart
Feels affliction’s sting,
All these precious promises
To remembrance bring!
Then, as beams the cheerful sun,
Shining after rain,
When these floods of grief are o’er,
I shall smile again.