Waters of Babylon

"His music sang me of a gentler stream
That rolls forever to a brighter shore,
Whereof our God Himself is the sole sea,
And Christ's dear love the pulsing of the tide,
And His sweet  Spirit is the breathing wind.
Something is chanted too of exiled men
Seated in tears by that strange river , Life;
Hanging the harp of their deep soul-desires
To rest upon the willow of the Cross,
And longing for the Everlasting hills ,-
Mount Zion , and Jerusalem of God !"

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