The Camp Meeting
(Part by Charlotte Elliott)
Across the summer meadows fair,
there comes a song of fervent prayer,
It rises radiantly o’er the world,
Exulting, exulting, in the power of God!
Exalting Faith in life above
but humbly, yielding, yielding to His Love.
Just as I am without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!