CCCXL. Lord, look on this, our panting earth!

1 Lord, look on this, our panting earth!
Behold our dying grain:
Our land oppress'd with cruel dearth,
And groans for want of rain.

2 Our land is like the barren sands,
Beneath the burning sky!
And all her products with'ring stands,
And ev'ry plant must die.

3 All living creatures feel distress'd,
And all their comfort fails;
The whole of nature is oppress'd,
Because thy wrath prevails.

4 Thy judgments Lord! are very just,
If thou shouldst never grant
A single rain to lay the dust,
That could revive a plant.

5 Our minds are fill'd with dread and fear,
And conscious of our guilt;
The curses we deserve to bear,
They will, and must be felt.

6 O, we should feel a heavy hand!
A thing we never knew;
Should drought continue in our land,
Till famine would ensue.

7 With us it soon may be the case
As elsewhere it hath been;
Our wretched land in ev'ry place
Is fill'd and stain'd with sin.

8 Have mercy Lord, we humbly pray!
Send us a gracious rain.
O turn thy fearful threats away!
Revive our hopes again.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, look on this, our panting earth!
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
Topic: In Time of Continual Drought
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