1 Oft has my youthful mind been led
Some foreign region for to tread,
The vast expanse I would explore,
From western isles to Ganges’ shore.
2 I’d see the once most Christian ground,
Where first the Gospel’s trump did sound,
I’d see the now demolished mass,
The scant remains of polished Greece.
3 The place where thousands once did dwell,
Has now become the hermit’s cell:
A shepherd here and there resides,
With serpents, moles, and feathered tribes.
4 I then would see the Egyptian plains,
Once occupied by frugal swains.
I there would pause and view awhile,
The flowing of the river Nile.
5 From thence I’d see old Jordan’s flood,
Where Israel knew their Savior God;
Where John baptized a numerous host,
And circumcision’s seal was lost.
6 To Gethsem’ne’s garden I then would go,
Where blood and tears for me did flow;
That consecrated place I’d see,
Where Jesus kneeled and prayed for me.
7 Then Calvary’s skully mount I’d see,
Where Savior Jesus died for me;
I’d view the place where once He stood,
And drop a tear where He dropped blood.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8564