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Water!  a type of Christ, God's son, that whosoever will may drink That everflowing stream of love and live Eternally! WATER A TYPE OF CHRIST GOD'S SON THAT WHOSOEVER WILL MAY DRINK THAT EVER FLOWING STREAM OF LOVE AND LIVE ETERNALLY
bbling stream Where we may safely dwell." On, still on, Through arid plains, with blistering feet, Beneath a burning sky, they toil along. The lad no longer talks of birds and flowers, But begs for water--water just to cool His parching throat; and likely 'twas that when Noon's shadows mirrored the encircling hills, He saw the empty flask, and must at last Have fainted on the scorching sand. We read That Hagar cast him 'neath a shrub, and then, Withdrawing quite a space, she prayed, "O God, Let me not see his death!" and so sank down Upon the ground to watch him where he lay, And wept such tears as touched the world on high With sympathy divine. God heard the lad, And from his radiant home an angel spake: "What aileth thee, O Hagar? Rise and take The lad, and stand him on his feet. I'll make Of him a nation great." Her eyes were opened; And she saw a well, from which with joyful haste She filled her flask and gave the weakling lad A draught which gave him back to health And life again.  TO DRESS WHEN BY AND BY WE REACH A BABBLING STREAM WHERE WE MAY SAFELY DWELL ON STILL ON THROUGH ARID PLAINS WITH BLISTERING FEET BENEATH A BURNING SKY THEY TOIL ALONG THE LAD NO LONGER TALKS OF BIRDS AND FLOWERS BUT BEGS FOR WATER WATER JUST TO COOL HIS PARCHING THROAT AND LIKELY TWAS THAT WHEN NOON'S SHADOWS MIRRORED THE ENCIRCLING HILLS HE SAW THE EMPTY FLASK AND MUST AT LAST HAVE FAINTED ON THE SCORCHING SAND WE READ THAT HAGAR CAST HIM NEATH A SHRUB AND THEN WITHDRAWING QUITE A SPACE SHE PRAYED O GOD LET ME NOT SEE HIS DEATH AND SO SANK DOWN UPON THE GROUND TO WATCH HIM WHERE HE LAY AND WEPT SUCH TEARS AS TOUCHED THE WORLD ON HIGH WITH SYMPATHY DIVINE GOD HEARD THE LAD AND FROM HIS RADIANT HOME AN ANGEL SPAKE WHAT AILETH THEE O HAGAR RISE AND TAKE THE LAD AND STAND HIM ON HIS FEET I'LL MAKE OF HIM A NATION GREAT HER EYES WERE OPENED AND SHE SAW A WELL FROM WHICH WITH JOYFUL HASTE SHE FILLED HER FLASK AND GAVE THE WEAKLING LAD A DRAUGHT WHICH GAVE HIM BACK TO HEALTH AND LIFE AGAIN
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