1 Our country is Immanuel’s ground,
We seek that promised 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 bathed in tears;
Yet nought but heaven our hopes can raise,
And nought but sin our fears.
3 We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross He bore;
And ev'ry thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierced before.
4 Our powers are oft dissolved away
In ecstasies of love;
And while our bodies wander here
Our souls are fix'd above.
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First Line: | Our country is Immanuel's ground |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Following Christ; Imitiation: of Christ |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Mrs. Barbauld |