THE PROMISED COUNTRY
Reading edition
By Speer Strahan, C.S.C.
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 air With Him the blessed ransomed go, Their garments washen white as snow. Alas! my days are very dim That look up to the Seraphim. Ah, Lord, some dawning may I be One of that shining company!