They follow the Lamb where’er He goes,
To whom it is revealed;
The pure and the undefiled are those,
The ransomed and the sealed.
Thou shalt learn the speech and the music rare,
And thou shalt sing as they,
Not only there in My garden fair,
But here, belovèd, to-day.”
“O Lord, a faint and a feeble voice
Is mine in this house of clay,