O’ Ancient Beauty
Thy torrents call deep to deep
Thy Word makes it be
Darkness; frost and chill
The Sun rises into vale
Thy word; speak and melt
O’ Morning Sun, shine forth
Thy rays of promise to renew
A Handmaid says, “yes.”
Water drops renew
For those who repent unto law
Now Binds all to He
Hand to Hand—Matters
a seed that died now revived
Single touch from He
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