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Our Feet Shall Stand Within Thy Gates.
Where is He? Ask the storm of fire
That bursts from Etna's womb;
And ask the glowing lava flood
That makes the lands a tomb.
That bursts from Etna's womb;
And ask the glowing lava flood
That makes the lands a tomb.
Where is He? Ask the Maelstrom's whirl,
Shivering tall pines like glass;
Ask the great oak, the graceful flower,
Or simplest blade of grass.
Shivering tall pines like glass;
Ask the great oak, the graceful flower,
Or simplest blade of grass.
Where is He? Ask the Behemoth,
Who drinketh rivers dry;
The' ocean king Leviathan,
Or scarce seen atom fly.
Who drinketh rivers dry;
The' ocean king Leviathan,
Or scarce seen atom fly.
Where is He? Ask the awful calm
On mountain-tops that rests;
And bounding, thundering avalanche,
Rent from their rugged crests.
On mountain-tops that rests;
And bounding, thundering avalanche,
Rent from their rugged crests.
Ask the wide-wasting hurricane,
Careering in its might;
The thunder crash, the lightning blaze,
Earth all convulsed with fight.
Careering in its might;
The thunder crash, the lightning blaze,
Earth all convulsed with fight.
Where is He? Ask the crystal isles
On Arctic seas that sail;
Or ask from lands of balm and spice,
The perfume-breathing gale.
On Arctic seas that sail;
Or ask from lands of balm and spice,
The perfume-breathing gale.
Where on the universe is found,
That presence-favoured spot?—
All, all proclaim His dwelling-place!
But say, where is He not?
That presence-favoured spot?—
All, all proclaim His dwelling-place!
But say, where is He not?
"Our Feet Shall Stand Within Thy Gates."
Open now Thy gates of beauty,
Zion, let me enter there,
Where my soul in joyful duty
Waits for Him who answers pray'r;
Oh, how blessed is this place,
Bill'd with solace, light, and grace!
Zion, let me enter there,
Where my soul in joyful duty
Waits for Him who answers pray'r;
Oh, how blessed is this place,
Bill'd with solace, light, and grace!
