...Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. ISAAC WATTS (1674-1748) EL SHADDAI Michael Card's...
The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 
