2. God of the seasons! thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers, And plenty o'er its bosom smiles, To crown the sweet autumnal hours. 1. There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding thro', And wat'ring our di- vine a-bode. 2. That sacred stream, thy holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. GENTLE. LAKE STREET. L. M. FROM THE "JUBILEE." BY PERMISSION. |