1 The Lord assured the chosen race,
From Egypt’s bondage brought,
They should obtain the promised place;
And find the rest they sought.
2 [Strong nations now possess the land,
Yet yield not thou to doubt;
With arm outstretched, and mighty hand,
Thy God shall drive them out.
3 Not all at once, for fear thou find,
The ravenous beasts of prey
Rising upon thee from behind,
As dangerous foes as they.
4 By little and by little, he
Will chase them from thy sight;
Believers are not called, we see,
To sleep or play, but fight.
5 Spiritual pride, that rampant beast,
Would rear its haughty head;
True faith would soon be dispossessed,
And carelessness succeed.
6 Corruptions make the mourners shun
Presumption’s dangerous snare,
Force us to trust to Christ alone,
And fly to God by prayer.
7 By them we feel how low we’re lost,
And learn, in some degree,
How dear that great salvation cost,
Which comes to us so free.
8 If such a weight to every soul
Of sin and sorrow fall,
What love was that which took the whole,
And freely bore it all!]
9 O when will God our joy complete,
And make an end of sin?
When shall we walk the land, and meet
No Canaanite therein?
10 [Will this precede the day of death,
Or must we wait till then?
Ye struggling souls, be strong in faith,
And quit yourselves like men.]
11 Our dear Deliverer’s love is such,
He cannot long delay;
Meantime, that foe can’t boast of much,
Who makes us watch and pray.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #782