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Never fear O land,
Be glad and rejoice;
God will change your sand,
To a fertile choice.
He has done great things,
And will send you grain;
Soon the rain He brings,
Will grow crops again.
No more barren vines,
No more dried up twigs;
Having the best wines,
And the sweetest figs.
No more a disgrace,
In a barren land;
But with His embrace,
At where you now stand.
Do not be afraid,
Of beasts in the field;
Plenty of fruit made,
For abundant yield.
Vats will overflow,
With olive oil;
Wine from grapes that grow,
From times you toil.
Trees produce their fruits,
Apples and pears aged;
Since God gave strong roots,
Since ripened has staged.
The pastures are green,
From the fallen rain;
Golden yellow is seen,
From all of the grain.
Praise the Lord your God,
For what He has done;
Give honor and laud.
For the bounty won.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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