Author: James Flint Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13582 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: In pleasant lands have fallen the lines Lyrics: 1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.
2 What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,
That Thou didst plant our fathers here,
And watch and guard them as they grew,
A vineyard to the planter dear!
3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought;
They sowed in tears, in joy we reap;
The birthright they so dearly bought
We’ll guard, till we with them shall sleep.
4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe, through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,
While here their name and race shall last. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
In Pleasant Lands