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Hymn 48: Go where a foot hath never trod
HYMN XLVIII.
Go where a foot hath never trod, Through unfrequented forests flee; The wilderness is full of God, His presence dwells in every tree.
To Israel and to Egypt dead, Moses the fugitive appears; Unknown he lived, till o'er his head Had fall'n the snow of fourscore years.
But God the wandering exile found, In His appointed time and place; The desert sand grew holy ground, And Horeb's rock a throne of .
The lonely bush a tree became, A tree of beauty and of light! Involved with unconsuming flame, That made the moon around it night.
Then came, the Eternal Voice that spake Salvation to the chosen seed; went the Almighty arm that brake Proud Pharoah's yoke, and Israel freed.
By Moses, old and slow of speech, These mighty miracles were shown; Jehovah's messenger! to teach That power belongs to God alone.