The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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HYMN 53. (C. M.) The Pilgrimage of the Saints; or, Earth and Heaven.
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HYMN 53. (C. M.) The Pilgrimage of the Saints; or, Earth and Heaven.
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Lord! what a wretched land is thisThat yields us no supply!
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy!
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But pricking thorns thro' all the groundAnd mortal poisons grow,
And all the rivers that are found
With dangerous waters flow.
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Yet the dear path to thine abodeLies thro' this horrid land;
Lord! we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.
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Our souls shall tread the desert throughWith undiverted feet;
And faith and flaming zeal subdue
The terrors that we meet.
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A thousand savage beasts of preyAround the forest roam;
But Judah's Lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.
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Long nights and darkness dwell below,With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go
Is everlasting day.
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By glimmering hopes and gloomy fearsWe trace the sacred road,
Thro' dismal deeps and dangerous snares
We make our way to God.
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Our journey is a thorny maze,But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the way,
And reach at Zion's hill.
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See the kind angels at the gates,Inviting us to come;
There Jesus the forerunner waits
To welcome travellers home.
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There on a green and flowery mountOur weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.
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No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,Nor trifles vex our ear,
Infinite grace shall be our song,
And God rejoice to hear.
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Eternal glories to the KingThat brought us safely through;
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.
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