In the desert then I'm fed, Soon to meet Thee face to face. 1 "BLESSED ARE THEY THAT DWELL IN THY HOUSE." PLEASANT are Thy courts above, Happy birds, that sing and fly They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls, their praises flow Even in this vale of woe! Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies: Who hast led them safe through all. Lord, be mine this prize to win; Grace and glory flow from Thee; UNDER HIS WINGS SHALT THOU TRUST." THERE is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace ;— The least and feeblest there may bide Uninjured and unawed; While thousands fall on every side, He rests secure in God. The angels watch him on his way He feeds in pastures large and fair O child of God! O glory's heir, |