Collection of Sacred Hymns, 1835

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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On land where darkness dwells,
Where light and truth have long since fled
My native land farewell.
 
4 I go an erring child of dust,
Ten thousand foes among;
Yet on His mighty arm I trust
That makes the feeble strong—
My sun, my shield, forever nigh,
He will my fears dispel:
This hope supports me when I sigh—
My native land farewell.
 
5 I go devoted to his cause,
And to his will resign’d;
His presence will supply the loss
Of all I leave behind.
His promise cheers the sinking heart,
And lights the darkest cell,
To exil’d pilgrims grace imparts—
My native land farewell.
 
6 I go because my master calls;
He’s made my duty plain—
No danger can the heart appal
When Jesus stoops to reign!
And now the vessel’s side we’ve made;
The sails their bosoms swell:
Thy beauties in the distance fade—
My native land farewell. [p. 65]
On land where darkness dwells,
Where light and truth have long since fled
My native land farewell.
 
4 I go an erring child of dust,
Ten thousand foes among;
Yet on His mighty arm I trust
That makes the feeble strong—
My sun, my shield, forever nigh,
He will my fears dispel:
This hope supports me when I sigh—
My native land farewell.
 
5 I go devoted to his cause,
And to his will resign’d;
His presence will supply the loss
Of all I leave behind.
His promise cheers the sinking heart,
And lights the darkest cell,
To exil’d pilgrims grace imparts—
My native land farewell.
 
6 I go because my master calls;
He’s made my duty plain—
No danger can the heart appal
When Jesus stoops to reign!
And now the vessel’s side we’ve made;
The sails their bosoms swell:
Thy beauties in the distance fade—
My native land farewell. [p. 65]
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