Still

Thy lovingkindness of old lives still:
Still, as of old,
The hosts of the Lord
Encamp around them
That love and serve Him;
Still, as of old,
The Voice of Guidance,
Comes from between the cherubim;
Still, as of old,
Does the pillar of cloud and fire,
Move before us;
Still, as of old,
Do angels walk among men;
Still, as of old,
Is His hand stretched forth,
To bless; to feed; and to guard.
The Light, which was so magical
In the morning beauty,
Has lost none of its Luster;
The River which flowed
Through past ages,
Has not dried-up
In the sands of time;
The Fire which blazed so clear,
Has not died down to ashes;
The God of Jacob is still our refuge;
As Thou has spoken it;
So it will be.