1 The land before them, where to choose—
They may not dwell at one—
Lay far and wide, on either side,
Beneath the morning sun.
2 Here homes of rest, like Eden dressed,
And there, beyond the skies,
The City stands not made with hands,
Nor seen with mortal eyes.
3 Who pitched his tent where sinners went,
Still keeps his spirit whole;
Nor eye nor ear lets that way near,
Defilement to the soul.
4 The Lord knows how the sainted brow
To fence with holy shame,
Sweet angel guest, unknown, but blest,
To pull us from the flame.
5 Straight to his noon, with staff and shoon,
The pilgrim climbs the hills;
And see the star of Christ afar,
Dim through the twilight’s chills.
6 There, like a pall, o’er field and wall,
The furnace hangs its breath;
And Jordan’s waves those cities’ graves
Heap with a sea of death.
|First Line:||The land before them, where to choose|
|Title:||The Land Before Them, Where to Choose?|
|Source:||Occasional Hymns by Herbert Kynaston (London: R. Clay, Son & Taylor, 1862)|
|Composer:||Hugh Wilson (1800)|
|Arranger:||Ralph E. Hudson (1885)|
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