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Go where a foot hath never trod,
Through unfrequented forests flee:
The wilderness is full of God,
His presence dwells in every tree.
To Israel and to Egypt dead,
Moses the fugitive appears;
Unknown he lived, till o’er his head
Had fallen the snow of fourscore years.
But God the wondering exile found,
in his appointed time and place;
The desert sand grew holy ground,
And Horeb’s rock a throne of grace.
The lonely bush a tree became,
A tree of beauty and of light,
Involved with unconsuming flame,
That made the moon around it night.
Then came the Eternal Voice that spake
Salvation to the chosen seed;
Thence went the Almighty arm that brake
Proud Pharaoh’s yoke, and Israel freed.
My Moses, old and slow of speech,
These mighty miracles were shown;
Jehovah’s messenger! To teach
That power belongs to God alone.
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