But scatters blessings as it passeth on.

G. J. O. Allmann.

But, ah! what numbers still are dead,

Though under means of grace they lie!

The dew still falling round their head,

And yet their heart untouched and dry.

Dear Saviour! hear us when we call,

To wrestling pray’r an answer give;

Pour down thy dew upon us all,

That all may feel, and all may live.