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Lord, what a wretched land is this
Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalmist #734 (1843)
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalmist #734 (1849)
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Lord! what a wretched land is this
Author: Watts Hymnal: Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes; for the use of Christian Congregations #824 (1855)
Lord! what a wretched land is this
Lord! what a wretched land is this
Author: Watts Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #824 (1858)
Lord! what a wretched land is this
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #989 (1859)
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Hymn 53
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.53 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord! what a wretched land is this Lyrics:
Lord! what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply!
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy!
But pricking thorns through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow,
And all the rivers that are found
With dangerous waters flow.
Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land;
Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road,
And run at thy command.
[Our souls shall tread the desert through
With undiverted feet,
And faith and flaming zeal subdue
The terrors that we meet.]
[A thousand savage beasts of prey
Around the forest roam;
But Judah's Lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.]
[Long nights and darkness dwell below,
With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go
Is everlasting day.]
[By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy fears
We trace the sacred road;
Through dismal deeps and dangerous snares
We make our way to God.]
Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.
[See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come!
There Jesus the forerunner waits,
To welcome trav'llers home!]
There on a green and flowery mount
Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount
The labors of our feet.
[No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall be our song,
And God rejoice to hear.]
Eternal glories to the King
That brought us safely through;
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.
Languages: English
Hymn 53
The pilgrimage of the saints: or, earth and heaven
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.LIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, what a wretched land is this Lyrics: 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 grounds,
And mortal poisons grow;
And all the rivers that are found,
With dang'rous 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 desert thro'
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 thro',
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.
Languages: English
The pilgrimage of the saints: or, earth and heaven
The Pilgrimage of the Saints
Hymnal: A Choice Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXVI (1774) First Line: Lord what a wretched Land is this Lyrics: 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 dang'rous Waters flow.
3 Yet the dear Path to thine abode
Lies thro' this horrid Land:
Lord! we would keep the heavenly Road,
And run at thy Command.
4 Our Souls shall tread the Desart thro',
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 Forerunner waits
To welcome Trav'lers 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 Eternal Glories to the King
That brought us safely through;
Our Tonguse shall never cease to sing,
And endless Praise renew. Languages: English
The Pilgrimage of the Saints
Tribulation below
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCLI (1790) First Line: Lord, what a wretched land is this Lyrics: 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 dang'rous 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 desert thro'
With undiverted feet:
And faith and flaming zeal subdue,
The terrors that we meet.
5 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's Hill.
Topics: Family Worship Languages: English
Tribulation below
The Pilgrimage of Saints, Or, Earth and Heaven
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXII (1791) First Line: Oh! what a wretched Land is this Lyrics: 1 Oh! what a wretched Land is this,
That yields us no Supply,
No chearing 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 dang'rous Waters flow.
3 Yet the dear Path to thine Abode
Lies thro' this horrid Land;
Lord! we would keep that heav'nly Road,
And run at thy Command.
[4 Our souls shall tread the Desart thro'
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 dwells 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 Upwards still,
Forget these Troubles of the Ways,
And reach at Sion's Hill.
[9 See the kind Angels at the Gates,
Inviting us to come!
There Jesus the Fore Runner waits,
To welcome Trav'lers 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 Glory to the King
That brought us safely through;
Our Tongue shall never cease to sing,
And Endless Praise renew. Topics: Pilgrimage of Saints Languages: English
The Pilgrimage of Saints, Or, Earth and Heaven
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