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2 O, where is He that trod the sea,
0, where is He that spake, And dark waves, rolling heavily,
A glassy smoothness take; And lepers, whose own flesh has been
A solitary grave, See with amaze that they are clean,
And cry, 'Tis He can save.
3 O, where is He that trod the sea,
'Tis only He can save; To thousands hungering wearily, A wondrous meal He gave: |
Full soon, with food celestial fed, Their mystic fare they take;
'Twas springtide when He blest the bread,l And harvest when He brake.
4 O, where is He that trod the sea; My soul, the Lord is here: Let all thy fears be hushed in thee;
To leap, to look, to hear, Be thine: thy needs He'll satisfy:
Art thou diseased, or dumb? Or dost thou in thy hunger cry? " I come," saith Christ, " I come." Rev. Thomas T. Lynch, 1855 |
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