1 Down in the valley among the sweet grasses,
Walks my belovèd—His footprints I see;
Haste I to follow Him, Savior and Lover,
How the winds whisper Thy dear name to me.
2 Know’st Thou I seek Thee? O haste to discover
The place of thy sheltered and fragrant retreat,
Where Thou dost rest with Thy flocks at the noontide,
By fountains of water, unsearched by the heat.
3 Now I approach Thee, O fairest Redeemer!
Lured by Thy beauty to dwell in Thy love;
Hide not Thy face from the heart that adores Thee;
Have I not sought Thee, and found Thee, my Dove!
4 Gentler Thy voice than the whisper of angels—
Brighter Thy smile than the sun in the sky;
Gather me tenderly, close to Thy bosom,
Faint with Thy loveliness—there let me die.
|Down in the valley among the sweet grasses
|H. M. Bradley
|Beulah Songs, by William McDonald and Lewis Hartsough (Philadelphia: National Publishing Association for Promotion of Holiness, 1879)
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