2. Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above; 1. A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill; And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day. 2. Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, 3. The beams of salvation his progress illume; The lone dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; 4 Thus will the church below Resemble that above; Where streams of pleasure always flow, Christ the light of the World. 1 Behold the Prince of Peace! 2 No royal pomp adorns This King of Righteousness; Meekness and patience, truth and love Compose his princely dress. 3 The Spirit of the Lord, In rich abundance shed, On this great prophet gently lights, 4 Jesus, the light of men! His doctrine life imparts; O may we feel its quickening power 5 Cheered by its beams, our souls Shall run the heavenly way: The path which Christ has marked and trod, Will lead to endless day. |