Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Dark and thorny is the desert
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Meter: 8s and 7s
Hymn Number: 23
Page Number: 029, click to see hymnal pages
DARK and thorny is the desert
Through which pilgrims make their way;
But beyond the veil of sorrow
Lie the realms of endless day.
Dear young soldiers do not murmur
At the troubles of the way;
Meet the tempest, fight with courage,
Never faint but often pray.
He whose thunder shakes creation;
He that bids the planets roll;
He that rides upon the tempest,
And whose scepter sways the whole;
Jesus, Jesus, will defend you;
Trust in him and him alone;
He has shed his blood to save you,
And will bring you to his throne.
There on the flowery fields of pleasure,
And the hills of endless rest,
Joy, and peace, and love, shall ever
Reign and triumph in your breast.
There ten thousand flaming seraphs
Fly across the heavenly plain;
There they sing immortal praises!
Glory, glory is their theme.
But, methinks, a sweeter concert
Makes the crystal arches ring,
And a song is heard in Zion
Which the angels cannot sing;
Who can paint those sons of glory,
Ransomed souls that dwell on high,
Who with golden harps forever
Sound redemption through the sky.
See the heavenly host in rapture
Grazing on these shining bands,
Wondering at their costly garments,
And the laurels in their hands.
There, upon the golden pavement,
See the ransomed march along!
While the splendid courts of glory
Sweetly echo with their song!
Here I see the under shepherds,
And the flocks they fed below;
Here with joy they dwell together,
Jesus is their shepherd now.
Hail! you happy, happy spirits!
Welcome to the blissful plain,
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign.