Get Thee Out of Thy Country, and from Thy Kindred, and from Thy Father's House, unto a Land That I Will Shew Thee

Bring low the sylvan hills.
Exalt the Beaver Vale.
Make straight the streets and avenues.

Like a boundary line
the Beaver falls--
the Ohio flows--
in pleasant places.

East of Eden have I found
two rivers flowing milk and honey?

He Believed in the LORD; and He Counted It to Him for Righteousness

a)
     Abram cast his eyes on cursed earth--
     its every grain of sand a dust-reminder--
     for milk-and-honey is but barren land
     to an aged vagabond.
b)
     Abram, cast your eyes toward heav'n--
     its every countless star a promise--
     for milk-and-honey can be Eden
     even to an aged vagabond.

Let Me Not Hear the Voice of the LORD My God...That I Die Not

Has every rod been sprouted?
Has every bush been burned?
Has every sea been parted?
Has all the manna turned?

Are my lips replete with grumblings?
Have I believed the spies' report?
Am I wandering the wilderness?
Have I earned my just deserts?

There Remaineth Therefore a Rest to the People of God

In that hour when travail passes
(former things and sorrow too)
new heav'n and earth shall issue forth,
delivered of confinement.

Water breaks against the shore;
the earth contracts--
creation groans:
when will the Second Sabbath come,
the Lord rest from His labor-pains?