The Mountain Spring and Other Poems by Nannie R. Glass
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Perhaps within those midnight hours His rugged bed was cold and chill, But wrapped in Dreamland's mystic powers, He knew no danger, felt no ill. A vision in his dreams appeared! Angels were stepping to and fro Upon a ladder which, upreared, Aided their ministry below. And then God spake in words which said What future ages would unfold, The soil on which he made his bed Was his, by prophecy foretold. He further heard that holy voice Predict that through his tribe would be Blessings in which all should rejoice, Blessings which all the world should see. Through Jacob would the gift be given Of Jesus to this sinful earth; God signified within this vision Glad news of our Redeemer's birth; The star of Bethlehem would shine, That star of joy and peace and love, Our bleeding sacrifice divine To cleanse our hearts, our guilt remove. |
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