All in the April Evening

The end of another blessed day, I spent the afternoon with my daughter Hannah and we spoke of the things of God and listened to, He was Despised, by Handel, and  All in the April Evening, by Hugh S Roberton

All in the April Evening

April airs were abroad;

The sheep with their little lambs

Pass’d me by on the road.

The sheep with their little lambs

Pass’d me by on the road;

All in an April evening

I thought on the Lamb of God.

The lambs were weary, and crying

With a weak human cry;

I thought on the Lamb of God

Going meekly to die.

Up in the blue, blue mountains

Dewy pastures are sweet:

Rest for the little bodies,

Rest for the little feet.

But for the Lamb of God

Up on the hill-top green;

Only a cross of shame

Two stark crosses between.

All in the April evening,

April airs were abroad;

I saw the sheep with their lambs,

And thought on the Lamb of God.

A wonderful time of reflection.

I then went for dinner at Emma and Marks (daughter and son-in-law) chicken dinner, lovely.

The evening was spent in praise and Bible study at  Ripley Elim Church