Hymns - Beneath the Fig Tree's Grateful Shade - Текст песни

Beneath the fig tree's grateful shade
behold the good Nathaniel laid,
concealed from distant eye:
but where is vision blind, or faint,
to him who saw the resting saint
from far, yet ever nigh?

The Nazareth, which he disdained,
and many a scornful things profaned,
now beams a city bright;
as thou, O Lord, on him dost shine,
the Nazarene stands forth divine,
a King before his sight!

The angels rise, the angels fall,
they circle round the Lord of all:
this glory shall he view;
for guileless there he meekly stands,
in childlike faith at Jesus' hands,
Nathaniel, trustful, true.

Lord, grant to us to be sincere,
with simple heart, and conscience clear,
with truth to shine around;
that we may win the heavenly meed,
"Behold an Israelite indeed,
in whom no guile is found!"

Then lead us to that vision bright,
where stand the angel hosts of light,
fair stars in lustrous ring;
that, joining their immortal lays,
we ever may confess, and praise
our Savior, God, and King.