A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#303

303. Our country is Immanuel's ground

1 Our country is Immanuel’s ground;
We seek that promis'd soil:
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts
While strangers here we toil.

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,
And oft are bath'd in tears:
Yet naught but heav'n our hopes can raise,
And naught but sin our fears.

3 The flow'rs, that spring along the road.
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o’er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one anxious look.

4 We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross he bore;
And ev'ry thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierc'd before.

5 Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away
In ecstasies of love;
And, while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fix'd above.

6 We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
But, while we die to earth and sense,
Our heav'n is here begun.

Text Information

• First Line: Our country is Immanuel's ground
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: The Christian: His Various Relations

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