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...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT |