When On A Summers Sultry Day
When on a summer’s sultry day,
The Sun darts forth his rays;
The traveler labors on his way,
Beneath the mid-day blaze:
When not a cooling breeze is felt,
No friendly roof is nigh,
The languid body seems to melt,
And fainting spirits die:
Should some tall rock at such an hour,
A distant shade prepare,
Hope would exert his feeble power,
To fly and rest him there.
Thus he who treads the heavenly path,
And feels upon him burn
The kindlings of Almighty wrath,
Must labor, droop and mourn.
Till Christ, the covert from the heat,
His longing spirit sees,
And draws him to a cool retreat,
Affording rest and ease.
He like a rock of refuge rose,
And sacred shade extends,
Refreshment and secure repose,
For all his weary friends.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors,