RIVERS.
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There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy places of the tabernacles of the Most High.—Psalm xlvi. 4.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.—Ecclesiastes, i. 7.
River! river! headlong river! Down you dash unto the sea; Sea, that line hath never sounded, Sea, that voyage hath never rounded, Like unto Eternity! Mrs. Southey.
I think of that great River That from the throne flows free; Of weary pilgrims on its brink, Who, thirsting, have come down to drink; Of that unfailing Stream I think, When earthly streams I see! Mary Howitt.
River, beyond the rest Thou wert supremely blest, When Zion’s King stood in thy pearly bed; There did the Saviour stand, Pour by the prophet’s hand Thy simple waves o’er His anointed head. O Saviour! in that tide Which from Thy pierced side On Calvary’s mount was poured out like wine, Cleanse my polluted soul, The wounds of sin make whole, And breathe Thy spirit o’er this heart of mine. W. H. Brownlee.
Bountiful rivers! not upon the earth Is record traced of God’s exuberant grace, So deeply graven, as the channels worn By ever-flowing streams. Thomas Ward.
Oh, beautiful river, Flowing so fresh and so free, I thank the Great Giver Of every good gift for thee. Egone.