Hymn. - The Word Of Promise

(by supposition) An Hymn set forth to be sung by the Great Assembly at Newtown, [Mass.] Mo. 12. 1. 1636. [Written by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, eldest son of Rev. ABIEL HOLMES, eighth Pastor of the First Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts.]     Lord, Thou hast led us as of old     Thine Arm led forth the chosen Race     Through Foes that raged, through Floods that roll'd,     To Canaan's far-off Dwelling-Place.     Here is Thy bounteous Table spread,     Thy Manna falls on every Field,     Thy Grace our hungering Souls hath fed,     Thy Might hath been our Spear and Shield.     Lift high Thy Buckler, Lord of Hosts!     Guard Thou Thy Servants, Sons and Sires,     While on the Godless heathen Coasts     They light Thine Israel's Altar-fires!     The salvage Wilderness remote     Shall hear Thy Works and Wonders sung;     So from the Rock that Moses smote     The Fountain of the Desart sprung.     Soon shall the slumbering Morn awake,     From wandering Stars of Errour freed,     When Christ the Bread of Heaven shall break     For Saints that own a common Creed.     The Walls that fence His Flocks apart     Shall crack and crumble in Decay,     And every Tongue and every Heart     Shall welcome in the new-born Day.     Then shall His glorious Church rejoice     His Word of Promise to recall, -     ONE SHELTERING FOLD, ONE SHEPHERD'S VOICE,     ONE GOD AND FATHER OVER ALL!