The Cyber Hymnal ‎#8993

8993. As Parched in the Barren Sands

1 As parchèd in the barren sands
Beneath a burning sky,
The worthless bramble withering stands,
And only grows to die.

2 Such is the sinner’s awful case,
Who makes the world his trust;
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.

3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries his moisture up;
He lives awhile, but bears no fruit,
Then dies without a hope.

4 But happy he whose hopes depend
Upon the Lord alone;
The soul that trusts in such a friend,
Can ne’er be overthrown.

5 Though gourds should wither, cisterns break,
And creature comforts die;
No change his solid hope can shake,
Or stop his sure supply.

6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots
By constant streams are fed;
Arrayed in green, and rich in fruits,
It rears its branching head.

7 It thrives, though rain should be denied,
And drought around prevail;
’Tis planted by a river’s side
Whose waters cannot fail.

Text Information

• First Line: As parched in the barren sands
• Title: As Parched in the Barren Sands
• Author: John Newton
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: ABIDING GRACE
• Composer: John Spencer Camp (1905)
• Meter: CM
• Key: F Major or modal
• Copyright: Public Domain