Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8993 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Languages: English Tune Title: ABIDING GRACE
As Parched in the Barren Sands