Thy servant's sandals, Lord are wet

Thy servant's sandals, Lord are wet

Author: Samuel Johnson
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Thy servant’s sandals, Lord, are wet
With Jordan’s wave but lately met,
And in that sacred river fall
The olden thoughts, the spirit’s pall.

He stands upon the holy land,
And angels take his trustful hand;
The Jordan sanctifies his breast,
And Christ now leads him to his rest.

His rest? his battle! he must win
Fair Zion’s gate through ranks of sin;
Why are these words, this solemn show,
If sin be not his deadly foe?

There gathers here no heavenly host;
No fiery tongues of Pentecost,—
No gentle dove with winnowing wings
The spirit to thy servant brings.

The still, small voice hath called him here,
And thus is God himself most near:—
My people, lift your hearts in prayer,
And keep your God forever there.

Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #386

Author: Samuel Johnson

Johnson, Samuel, M.A, was born at Salem, Massachusetts, Oct. 10, 1822, and educated at Harvard, where he graduated in Arts in 1842, and in Theology in 1846. In 1853 he formed a Free Church in Lynn, Massachusetts, and remained its pastor to 1870. Although never directly connected with any religious denomination, he was mainly associated in the public mind with the Unitarians. He was joint editor with S. Longfellow (q. v.) of A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion, Boston, 1846; the Supplement to the same, 1848; and Hymns of the Spirit, 1864. His contributions to these collections were less numerous than those by S. Longfellow, but not less meritorious. He died at North Andover, Massachusetts, Feb. 19, 1882. His hymns were thus contr… Go to person page >

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First Line: Thy servant's sandals, Lord are wet
Author: Samuel Johnson