He saw far off the Egyptian Turrets gleam,
And wept his cruel Fate, and longed again to dream.
[REST IN THE LORD!]
Ye blessed of your gracious Lord,
Felt you not, in that glorious Day,
By Force of that all-powerful Word
Your Nature’s Evil die away?
Ye must your Saviour’s Mercy feel,
Who came the World’s Disease to heal.
Felt ye not, at the powerful word,