Comforted of God, Desert Way, The (11:35)
We thank Thee, Lord, for weary days,
When desert streams were dry;
And first we knew what depth of need,
Thy love could satisfy.
Days when beneath the desert sun
Along the toilsome road,
O'er roughest ways we walked with
One That One the Son of God.
We thank Thee for that rest in Him
The weary only know;
The perfect, wondrous sympathy
We needs must learn below.
The sweet companionship of One
Who once the desert trod;
The glorious fellowship with One
Upon the throne of God.
The joy no desolations here
Can reach, or cloud, or dim;
The present Lord, the living God,
And we alone with Him.
We know Him as we could not know
Through heaven's golden years;
We there shall see His glorious face;
But Mary saw His tears.
The touch that heals the broken heart
Is never felt above;
His angels know His blessedness,
His way-worn saints His love.
When in the glory and the rest
We joyfully adore,
Remembering the desert way,
We yet shall praise Him more.
Remembering how, amidst our toil,
Our conflict and our sin,
He brought the water for our thirst,
It cost His blood to win.
And now in perfect peace we go,
Along the way He trod,
Still learning from all need below
Depths of the heart of God.