No veil above, no storms around,-
Upward I look, and all is light:
Rivers of wine and milk abound,
And fill my heart with fresh delight.
“What shall I do my soul to save?”
Once was my anxious, dread demand,
When struggling with th' o'erwhelming wave,
Without a hope to reach the land.
But now my feet are on the Rock
Of God's unchanging, endless love;
I brave the rudest billow's shock,
For naught can His foundation move.
“What shall I do?" I still inquire;
“How can I please Thee now, my Lord?
Thy yoke of love can never tire:
Thine arm my strength, my guide Thy word.”
I sing the songs of Zion here,
Echoing on earth the strains above;
And wait until my Lord appear,
To satiate my soul with love.