Isaiah xii. 1. I WILL praise thee every day Now thine anger's turned away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. Here, in the fair Gospel-field, Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life, a plenteous store, And my soul shall thirst no more. Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength; And his praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song. Praise ye, then, his glorious name, Publish his exalted fame! Still his worth your praise exceeds; Excellent are all his deeds. Raise again the joyful sound, Let the nations roll it round! Zion, shout! for this is he; God the Saviour dwells in thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THEIR EASTER AND OURS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WODDSY ONES by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ON DREAMS by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES ON HAPPY WOMEN by MARY D. CAIN |