Gubat

Mountain by the seas A jungle filled with trees Praying on their knees Evil men had willed A land by darkness killed Like the waves unstilled How can this be true? The story still is new Workers are so few Like a chosen nut His shell seem hard to cut Yet a heart not shut With a shepherd's rod Glad tidings broke the pod Came a man of God As he gave the word The sinful hearts were stirred Their loins sacklot gird Though the work is hard His holy life did guard By grace gained reward Hidden from the dark A land he set to mark By an ancient arch Like a forest green That grows with gentle stream Here God can be seen