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Thy servants' sandals Lord are wet With




Thy servantís sandals, Lord, are wet
With Jordanís wave but lately met,
And in that sacred river fall
The olden thoughts, the spiritís pall.


He stands upon the holy land,
And angels take his trustful hand;
The Jordan sanctifies his breast,
And Christ now leads him to his rest.


His rest? his battle! he must win
Fair Zionís gate through ranks of sin;
Why are these words, this solemn show,
If sin be not his deadly foe?


There gathers here no heavenly host;
No fiery tongues of Pentecost,ó
No gentle dove with winnowing wings
The spirit to thy servant brings.


The still, small voice hath called him here,
And thus is God himself most near:ó
My people, lift your hearts in prayer,
And keep your God forever there.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1854# 386
      MUSIC
      Name: FEDERAL STREET
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1832
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