Meet Me at the Freshet
Meet me at the freshet
Where there is a gathering -
A swath of pilgrims wait
For to find eternity -
Where there flows an old hope
And God's love is evergreen -
Where His deeds are retold
Of which move our hearts to sing.
Bind His words to your mind;
Let them be our canopy.
We will uphold in time
These truths to the enemy
And then Christ will steal us
To a place of victory -
Forever loved and thus
Forevermore we will be!
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