8 THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK. All, ever since the sun hath shone, Who traveled by this road have come alone. A home is here Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock! Night veils the land; How the palms whisper as they stand! Thy thirst to slake Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock! Abide! Abide! This Rock moves ever at thy side, Beneath its shade Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock! Always at hand, Unscen it cools the noon-tide land, And quells the fire that flickers in the sand. Only at night Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK. 0 The Shadow of the Rock! 'Mid skies storm-riven It gathers shadows out of heaven, And holds them o'er us all night cool and even Through the charmed air Dew falls not there Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock ! This Rock its shadow multiplies, And at this hour in countless places lies. O'er thousands laid Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock! To weary feet, That have been diligent and fleet, The sleep is deeper and the shade more sweet, O weary, rest! Thou art sore pressed Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock! Thy bed is made; Crowds of tired souls like thine are laid This night beneath the self-same placid shade. 10 NIGHT SONG. They who rest here Wake with Heaven near Rest in the Shadow of the Rock. The Shadow of the Rock! Pilgrim sleep sound; In night's swift hours with silent bound, By night than day Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! The Shadow of the Rock! One day of pain, Thou scarce wilt hope the Rock to gain, Yet there wilt sleep thy last sleep on the plain And only wake In Heaven's daybreak Rest in the Shadow of the Rock! NIGHT SONG. HEAR EART, be still! In the darkness of thy woe, Bow thee silently and low; Comes to thee whate'er God will ; Be thou still ! NIGHT SONG. Be thou still ! Vainly all thy words are spoken; Sleep thou still ! "Tis thy Father's work of grace, Lord my God! By thy grace, O may I be To the chastenings of thy rod; Shepherd, King! From thy fullness, grant to me Still, yet fearless faith in Thee, Till, from night the day shall spring! 11 U' UPWARD! PWARD, where the stars are burning, Round the never-changing pole; Far above that arch of gladness, I would find my mansion there ! Where the glory brightly dwelleth, That must be the home of homes ! Where the Lamb on high is seated, Lord of lords and King of kings! |