Verse 1
The land where Jesus should be known,
Cultur’d by moral art in vain,
With thorns and brambles over-grown,
Defies the virtuous toil of man,
And who the Christian faith confess
Are all one ghastly wilderness.
Verse 2
Sin, only sin can there appear,
’Till our great Advocate above
Send down the purchas’d Comforter,
The promis’d Spirit of faith and love,
A gracious principle impart,
And change the unbelieving heart.
Verse 3
Then, then our barren souls shall bloom,
The ghastly uncouth wilderness
A flowery, fertile field become,
A field which God delights to bless,
And all his Spirit’s fruits shall shew
Our paradise regain’d below.