I could never be happy without it;
So I’ll trust in His faithfulness; happen what may,
I’ll go tell my Lord all about it.
And when I am landed on Canaan’s bright shore,
Before angels and saints will I shout it;
Give glory and praise to my King evermore,
The King that I told all about it.
“Halleluia! Nathan Blyth. That’ll be a glorious teeal te tell, an’ a glorious crood te lissen tiv it,” said Adam Olliver, who had ridden up to the Forge to get a new supply of shoes for Balaam, whom he speedily tethered by his bridle to the iron hook driven into the wall for that purpose.
“Good mornin’, Adam. What, is Balaam going barefoot?”
“Why, no, he is’nt exactly as bad as that, bud he’s gettin’ sae near t’ grund ’at ah thowt it was better to tak’ it i’ tahme. Can yo’ spare tahme te shoe ’im?”