Oh, refresh us,
Travelling through this wilderness!
Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the Gospel’s joyous sound;
May the founts of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound!
May Thy presence
With us evermore be found!’
“This one is crude and flat; don’t you think so, grandfather?”
“Crude and flat, sir! Young puppy, it is mine! I wrote that hymn.”