94. TO MISS HANNAH LYMAN, MONTREAL.I owe thee many thanks, my distant friend,That on the broad Canadian river's shoreThy home being gain'd with joyfulness once moreThou didst remember me, and to me sendThese clust'ring Grapes, which now on me attendTo soothe a sick man's taste. From God's rich storeThey came,—from where the northern tempests roar,—His bounty wide, his mercy without end!They speak to faith of greater sweetness farDenoted by the wine that Jesus gave,The Son of God, who came from heav'n to save,—The Blood of Him, the framer of each star,Which purchases our life, salvation free,High glory, honor, immortality!
94. TO MISS HANNAH LYMAN, MONTREAL.
I owe thee many thanks, my distant friend,That on the broad Canadian river's shoreThy home being gain'd with joyfulness once moreThou didst remember me, and to me sendThese clust'ring Grapes, which now on me attendTo soothe a sick man's taste. From God's rich storeThey came,—from where the northern tempests roar,—His bounty wide, his mercy without end!They speak to faith of greater sweetness farDenoted by the wine that Jesus gave,The Son of God, who came from heav'n to save,—The Blood of Him, the framer of each star,Which purchases our life, salvation free,High glory, honor, immortality!
I owe thee many thanks, my distant friend,
That on the broad Canadian river's shore
Thy home being gain'd with joyfulness once more
Thou didst remember me, and to me send
These clust'ring Grapes, which now on me attend
To soothe a sick man's taste. From God's rich store
They came,—from where the northern tempests roar,—
His bounty wide, his mercy without end!
They speak to faith of greater sweetness far
Denoted by the wine that Jesus gave,
The Son of God, who came from heav'n to save,—
The Blood of Him, the framer of each star,
Which purchases our life, salvation free,
High glory, honor, immortality!