The Little Missionary
Abana was a River
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- Lyrics: Hezekiah Butterworth, 1881 (public domain)
- Editor: William F. Sherwin, 1881 (public domain)
- Music: George Frederick Root, 1881 (public domain)
- Courtesy of the Cyber Hymnal™
- Arrangement by OpenPsalm, 2026 and released under the CC-BY 4.0 license
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Verse 1
Abana was a river That near Damascus run;
Its bank of palms and roses Lay beauteous in the sun.
Now by the bright Abana Did Naaman reside,
And oft the dimpling waters Beheld with joy and pride.
Its bank of palms and roses Lay beauteous in the sun.
Now by the bright Abana Did Naaman reside,
And oft the dimpling waters Beheld with joy and pride.
Verse 2
But Naaman, the victor, Became a leper there;
Was pitied by a captive, A child of faith and prayer;
She told him of a prophet That could a leper heal,
And to his mind in sorrow The living God reveal.
Was pitied by a captive, A child of faith and prayer;
She told him of a prophet That could a leper heal,
And to his mind in sorrow The living God reveal.
Verse 3
This little missionary The conqueror believed,
And journeyed to the prophet, Who gladly him received.
He washed in Jordan's river, And was to health restored,
Then came he to Abana, Rejoicing in the Lord.
And journeyed to the prophet, Who gladly him received.
He washed in Jordan's river, And was to health restored,
Then came he to Abana, Rejoicing in the Lord.
Verse 4
All may be missionaries, About their daily care,
And speak of faith in Jesus, And help that comes from prayer.
Some soul oppressed by sorrow May listen to the word,
Like Naaman the leper, And turn and seek the Lord.
And speak of faith in Jesus, And help that comes from prayer.
Some soul oppressed by sorrow May listen to the word,
Like Naaman the leper, And turn and seek the Lord.