WHEN Israel dwelt in Egypt's land, And groan'd beneath the tyrant's pow'r, O Lord, 'twas Thine Almighty hand Sustain'd him thro' that dreary hour. When all the air at noon of day Was filled with gloom "which might be felt," Thy smile was still a cheerful ray In every tent where Israel dwelt. And thus, O Lord, the faithful heart Believes that it will ever be; Thy love, we know, will ne'er depart From those who truly trust in Thee. When all the world grows dark through sin, With them Thy smile will still be found; Diffusing joy and peace within, While all seems dark and cheerless round! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS ON GOOD FRIDAY, THE DAY OF OUR SAVIOUR'S PASSION by PHILIP AYRES MEXICAN FUNERAL PROCESSION by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 2. IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |