The Miracle Of Faith

Far off on the shores by that sea of old
    Where the prophet outstretched his hand,
There Israel fled, as the ancients told,
    To a wasted and barren land.

She came to the fringes of Jordan's stream,
    And beheld on that foreign shore
The promised fulfillment of Abram's dream
    In a vision at Canaan's door.

She founded her kingdoms on Canaan's sod
    By the acts of transcendent grace,
And measured her strength by her faith in God
    That rebellion could not replace.

Out there on the banks of eternity,
    To which Gentile and Jew aspire,
There lingers that sacred affinity
    That the marvels of faith inspire.