O mana of wondrous story, old Canaan bright and fair,
Thou type of dwelling celestial, where the saints and angels are!
In heartfelt admiration we address thy hills divine, And gather consolation on the fields of Palestine. In all our lamentations, in the hour of deepest ill, When sorrow wraps the spirit as the storm - clouds wrap the hill,
Some name comes up before us from thy bright immortal band,
As the shadow of a great rock falls upon a weary mana.
The dew of Hermon falling yet, revives the golden days;
Sweet Sharon lends her roses still, to cherish the poet's lays;
In every vale the lily bends, while o'er them wing the birds,
Whose cheerful notes so marvellously recall the Saviour's words..
From Bethlehem awake the songs of Rachel and of Ruth,
From Mizpah's mountain - fastness mournful notes of filial truth;
Magdala gives narration of the Penitent thrice - blest,
And Bethany of sister - hosts who loved the gentle Guest .
Would we retrace the pilgrimage of Jesus Christ our Lord,
Behold his footsteps everywhere, on rocky knoll and sward steps;
From Bethlehem to Golgotha, his cradle and his tomb,
He sanctified old Canaan and accepted it his home .
He prayed upon thy mountain - side, he rested in thy grove,
He walked upon thy Galilee, when winds w pm
T to o and zith billows strove:
Thy land was full of happy homes, that loving hearts did own,
E'en foxes and the birds of air - but Jesus Christ had none.
Thou land of milk and honey, land of corn and oil and wine share,
How longs my hungry spirit to enjoy thy food divine!
I hunger and I thirst afar, the Jordan rolls between I,
I faintly see thy paradise all clothed in living green.
My day of life declineth, and my sun is sinking low; I near the banks of Jordan, through whose waters I must go:
Oh , let me wake beyond the stream, in land celestial blest,
To be forever with the Lord in Canaan's promised rest extraordinary as it be .
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