Where nothing dwells but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids the oppressed and poor repair,
And build them towns and cities there.
They sow the fields, and trees they plant,
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,
Their wealth increases with their flocks.
The Southern Harmony, 1835
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Colored Sacred Harp, Third Revised edition #4||PROSPERITY||Where nothing dwelt but beast of prey||1992|
|The Sacred Harp: the best collection of sacred songs, hymns, odes, and anthems ever offered the singing public for general use (1991 rev.) #211||Whitestown||Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey||WHITESTOWN||1991|