214. Contentment

1 Life is but a span in the measure of years,
Fraught with many fears,
Laughter, sigh and tears;
Thro’ it all our God still is waiting to bless
Even in a wilderness.

Refrain:
Feasting on manna from heav’n sent down,
Blessings like dew are falling.
Holding communion with the saints of God,
List’ning when His voice to me is calling;
Drinking of water that satisfies,
Resting when day is done,
Thankful for all a loving God supplies,
Contented I journey on.

2 Let me but abide in a cottage or tent,
With what God has sent,
I shall be content,
Knowing that a loud or a pillar of fire
Leads unto my soul’s desire. [Refrain]

3 Let me travel on, for there cometh a day,
God shall show the way,
When my soul shall stay,
Though it be a road that no other has trod,
It must lead at last to God. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: Life is but a span in the measure of years
Title: Contentment
Author: C. A. M.
Refrain First Line: Feasting on manna from heav'n sent down
Language: English
Publication Date: 1922



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