The river of God is full of water.
Psalm.
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The rushes are black by the river bed,
And the sheep and the cattle stand
Wistful-eyed,where the waters were,
In a waste of gravel and sand;
Or pass oer their dying and dead to slake
Their thirst at the slimy pool.
Shall they pine and perish in pangs of drought
While Thy river, O God, is full.
The fields are furrowed, the seed is sown,
But no dews from the heavens are shed;
And where shall the grain for the harvest be?
And how shall the poor be fed?
In waterless gullies they winnow the earth,
New-turned by the miners tool;
And the way-farer faints neath his lightened load,
Yet the river of God is full.
For us, O Father, from tropic seas,
Let the clouds be filled that shed
Rough rains upon Andes eastward slope,
Soft snows on Himàlehs head.
Freight for us as for others thy dark-winged fleet,
That soon by the waters cool,
We may say with gladness,Our need was great,
But the river of God was full!
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. During a drought travellers sometimes have to throw away even their blankets and superfluous clothing.
