#148THE ISRAELITES' JOURNEY

THE old Israelites knew What it was they must do, If fair Canaan they ever possessed: They must still keep in sight Of that pillar of light Which then led to that promised rest; For the camps on the road Could not be their abode; But as oft as the trumpet did blow, All glad of a chance Of a further advance, They'd take up their baggage and go.

We are little, 'tis true And our numbers are few, And the sons of old Anak are tall; With the resolute few I'm resolved to go through, And go on at the risk of my all. 'Tis union I seek With the pure and the meek, And an end of all discord and strife. Since I've fixed my eyes On the heavenly prize I'll go on at the risk of my life.

The way it is new, As it opens to view, And behind us a foaming red sea. So none need to speak Of an onion or leek, Or talk about garlics to me; For I'm in pursuit, And must have the good fruit, Which in Canaan's rich valley doth grow. Though millions of foes Should rise to oppose, For one I'm determined to go.

When Israel came out They were most devout, A cloud went before them by day. In eve there was light From a pillar so bright, Which shone on their wilderness way. They had manna to eat, And quails for their meat, And clothing which lasted them through; To Jordan they came, In Immanuel's name The current rolled back at their view.

The city they found, Which they did surround As Joshua gave the command; The walls thick and tall, But down they do fall, They took all the promised land; The giants they fell As the scriptures do tell, And kings into caves they did flee; The sun it stood still At their Captain's good will, While slaughtered by thousands they be.

So I will not fear, But onward I'll steer, A land that is better to see; While I see the track, I will never look back' But quick to the mountains will flee. The Lord is my king, His praise I will sing For pardon that's granted so free; The Holy Ghost too Which made me anew, The King in his beauty to see.