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Our country is Immanuel's ground

Author: Anna L. Barbauld Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #239 (1899) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 every 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 fixed above. Amen. Topics: Heaven Anticipated; Lent Languages: English Tune Title: CHURCH

Our country is Immanuel's ground

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #290 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 nought but heaven our hopes can raise, And nought 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 pierced 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. Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Languages: English

Our country is Immanuel's ground

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #303 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Topics: The Christian His Various Relations Languages: English

Our country is Immanuel's ground

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #426 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Following Christ; Imitiation of Christ Languages: English

Our country is Immanuel's ground

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #454 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Christian experience A pilgrimage