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Dark and thorny is the desert

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #83 (1854) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1. Dark and thorny is the desert, Through which pilgrims make their way; But beyond this vale of sorrows Lie the fields of endless day. Fiends, loud howling through the desert, Make them tremble as they go; And the fiery darts of Satan Often bring their courage low. 2. O, young soldiers, are you weary Of the troubles of the way? Does your strength begin to fail you, And your vigor to decay? Jesus, Jesus, will go with you, He will lead you to his throne; He who dyed his garments for you, And the wine press trod alone. 3. He whose thunder shakes creation, He who bids the planets roll; He who rides upon the tempest, And whose sceptre sways the whole. Round him are ten thousand angels, Ready to obey command; They are always hovering round you, Till you reach the heavenly land. 4. There, on flowery hills of pleasure, In the fields of endless rest, Love, and joy, and peace shall ever Reign and triumph in your breast. Who can paint those scenes of glory, Where the ransomed dwell on high? Where the golden harps for ever Sound redemption through the sky? 5. Millions there of flaming seraphs Fly across the heavenly plain; There they sing immortal praise-- Glory! glory! is their strain: But methinks a sweeter concert Makes the heavenly arches ring, And a song is heard in Zion Which the angels cannot sing. 6. See the heavenly host, in rapture, Gaze upon this shining band; Wondering at their costly garments, And the laurels in their hand! There, upon the golden pavement, See the ransomed march along, While the splendid courts of glory Sweetly echo to their song. 7. O their crowns, how bright they sparkle! Such as monarchs never wear; They are gone to heavenly pastures-- Jesus is their Shepherd there. Hail, ye happy, happy spirits! Welcome to this blissful plain!-- Glory, honor, and salvation! Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign. Languages: English Tune Title: THORNY DESERT

Dark And Thorny Is The Desert

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9793 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 Dark and thorny is the desert Through which pilgrims make their way; Yet beyond this vale of sorrow, Lie the fields of endless day. Fiends loud howling in the tempest Make them tremble as they go— And the fiery darts of Satan Often lay their courage low. 2 Oh! young soldiers, do you murmur At the troubles of the way? Do your hearts begin to fail you And your vigor to decay? Jesus, Jesus shall defend you— He shall lead you to His throne, He that dyed His garments for you, And the wine press trod alone. 3 He whose thunder shakes creation, He that bids the planets roll, He who rides upon the tempest, And whose scepter sways the whole; Round Him see ten thousand angels, Ready to receive command; They are ever watching round you, ’Till you reach the heavenly land. 4 There, on flowery fields of pleasure, And the hills of endless rest— Joy and peace and love, shall ever Reign and triumph in your breast; Who can paint the scenes of glory, Where the ransomed dwell on high, Where the golden harps forever Sound redemption round the sky. 5 There a million flaming seraphs Fly across the heavenly plain; There they sing immortal praises, Glory! Glory! is their strain. But methinks a sweeter concert Makes the crystal arches ring, And a song is heard in Zion Which the angels cannot sing! 6 See the heavenly host in rapture, Gaze upon this shining band— Wondering at their costly garments And the laurels in their hand. There upon the golden pavement, See the ransomed march along— While the splendid courts of glory Sweetly echo to their song. 7 But methinks, in whiter garments, Some are marching on before; Oh! their crowns, how bright they sparkle, Such as monarchs never wore. They were shepherds in My pastures, Faithful in My cause below; They shall now, in peace forever, Sit on thrones as white as snow. 8 Round them see the lambs they gathered, See the flocks they fed with care; Now they’re come to richer pastures; Jesus is their shepherd there. Hail! ye happy, happy spirits! Death no more shall make you fear; Sin and sorrow, pain and anguish, Shall no more disturb you there. 9 Sinners here shall not deride you, Tho’ they vexed you while below; Now they’re gone, and gone forever, To the gulf of endless woe. Closed in that eternal prison, They can injure you no more; Hell, alas, is all around them! And eternity before! 10 There they find a God of justice, Whom they once refused to fear; There a lake of burning sulfur, Tho’ they disbelieved it here; Hark! methinks I hear from Tophet, Cries more dreadful than the rest; Some appear in greater anguish, And with sorer vengeance pressed. 11 "Ah!" they cry, "we heard the Gospel, Where the Lord revived His cause; Saw how numbers bowed before Him, Yet we still refused His laws. We rejected every warning— Scorned the penitential tear; We despised the calls of mercy— Now we lie in fetters here." 12 Sinners, will you come to Jesus? Oh! that you would come today; Come, before the sword of vengeance Cuts you down upon the way. Soon the harvest may be gathered, And the sheaves collected home; Then, in vain you’ll call for mercy, And, in vain, may wish to come. Languages: English Tune Title: ERIE