THE PROMISED COUNTRY
By Speer Strahan, C.S.C.
Fair must that promised country beWhose streams rise from eternityAnd One doth lead upon that wayWhose footfalls are the paths of day.Nor lurking fear pursues them there,As forward in the morning airWith Him the blessed ransomed go,Their garments washen white as snow.Alas! my days are very dimThat look up to the Seraphim.Ah, Lord, some dawning may I beOne of that shining company!
Fair must that promised country beWhose streams rise from eternityAnd One doth lead upon that wayWhose footfalls are the paths of day.Nor lurking fear pursues them there,As forward in the morning airWith Him the blessed ransomed go,Their garments washen white as snow.Alas! my days are very dimThat look up to the Seraphim.Ah, Lord, some dawning may I beOne of that shining company!
Fair must that promised country beWhose streams rise from eternityAnd One doth lead upon that wayWhose footfalls are the paths of day.
Fair must that promised country be
Whose streams rise from eternity
And One doth lead upon that way
Whose footfalls are the paths of day.
Nor lurking fear pursues them there,As forward in the morning airWith Him the blessed ransomed go,Their garments washen white as snow.
Nor lurking fear pursues them there,
As forward in the morning air
With Him the blessed ransomed go,
Their garments washen white as snow.
Alas! my days are very dimThat look up to the Seraphim.Ah, Lord, some dawning may I beOne of that shining company!
Alas! my days are very dim
That look up to the Seraphim.
Ah, Lord, some dawning may I be
One of that shining company!