Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: Lord what a wretched land is this
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: CXVII
Page Number: 153, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsLord what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply?
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy.
Yet the dear path to thine abode,
Lies through this horrid land;
Lord we would keep thy heav'nly road,
And run at thy command.
By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy tears,
We trace the dang'rous road;
Through dismal deeps and Satan's snares,
We make our way to God.
Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still,
Forget the troubles of the ways,
And aim for Zion's hill.
See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come;
There Jesus the forerunner waits,
To welcome travellers home.
No vain discourse shall fill our tongues,
Nor trifles vex our care;
Infinite grace shall fill our song,
And God rejoice to hear.