The Patriarchs

PIERREPONT E. TWITCHELL

They walked with God, those splendid men of old,
The patriarchs. Their hearts within them told
His presence near. Safe in His arms they dwelt;
And in the watches of the night they felt
The blessing of His being and His love,
And saw His glory in the skies above.

And Enoch walked with God: a ray of light
From out the darkness shone; from out the night
A beam of Life. And Enoch walked with God—
And was not: God had taken him. He trod
The pathway upward from this vale of dreams
Until he climbed to where the sunlight streams.

With Abraham, the friend of God, there went
God's guiding love. The many years he spent
In childless wandering dimmed not his faith:
God's promise would be kept, His word that saith,
On Abraham shall my sure blessing rest,
And in his seed shall all the world be blest.

Through Isaac, Jacob, Joseph ran the stream;
And through the Master, and his word supreme,
The living waters flow into our hearts
And bring us peace, while Love divine imparts
The truth that makes us free. For God is All;
And he is near, and hears us when we call.

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