The Valley of Vision

The val­ley of vi­sion

Is dus­ty and dry

The dead are laid there

’Neath the storms of the sky;

Come the sun­shine and rain

And the sea­sons and years

But no sign of life

In the val­ley ap­pears.

But these that are dead

May have life now again

If Thy Spir­it breathe

And Thy Word shall pro­claim;

Then breathe in these slain

For they’re dead in sin

Cause life to ab­ound

Where de­struct­ion has been.

Was Is­ra­el lost

And her hope pe­rished quite?

Did God with His judg­ment

Her sins thus re­quite?

Are we not more fa­vored

Than they that were slain?

Then help us the bless­ing

Of grace to ob­tain.

The world

with its mul­ti­tude

Needs the same Word

A great­er than pro­phet’s

Evangel is heard;

Awake from the dead

Thou that sleep­est

arise

Christ gives to thee light

Is thy guide to the skies.