A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#LII

LII. Lord what a wretched land is this

1 Lord what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply?
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy.

2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow;
And all the rivers that are found,
With dangerous waters flow.

3 Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies thro' this horrid land;
Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road,
And run at thy command.

4 Our souls shall tread the desart through,
With undiverted feet;
And faith and flaming zeal subdue
The terrors that we meet.

5 A thousand savage beasts of prey
Around the forest roam;
But Judah's lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.

6 Long nights and darkness dwell below
With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go
Is everlasting day.

7 By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy fears
We trace the sacred road—
Thro' dismal deeps and dang'rous snares
We make our way to God.

8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still.
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

9 See the kind angels at the gates
Inviting us to come.
There Jesus the fore-runner waits,
To welcome trav'llers home.

10 There, on a green, and flow'ry mount,
Our weary souls shall sit;
And with transporting joys, recount
The labours of our feet.

11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall be our song,
And God rejoice to hear.

12 Eternal glories to the king
That brought us safely through.
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.

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• First Line: Lord what a wretched land is this
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801

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