258 THORNY DESERT Christian Harmony Ala.

Christian Harmony AL

to the Southern Harmony version of this tune
to the Christian Harmony N.C. version of this tune


Dark and thorny is the desert thru which pilgrims make their way,
But beyond this vale of sorrows lie the fields of endless day.
Fiends, loud howling thru the desert, make them tremble as they go,
And the fiery darts of Satan often bring their courage low.

O, young soldiers are you weary of the troubles of the way?
Does your strength begin to fail you and your vigor to decay?
Jesus, Jesus, will go with you, He will lead you to His throne;
He who died His garments for you and the wine-press trod alone.

He whose thunder shakes creation, He who bids the planets roll;
He who rides upon the tempest and whose sceptre sways the whole.
Round him are ten thousand angels, ready to obey command;
They are always hovering round you 'til you reach the heav'nly land.

There, on flow'ry hills of pleasure in the fields of endless rest,
Love, and joy, and peace shall ever reign and triumph in your breast.
Who can paint those scenes of glory where the ransomed dwell on high?
Where the golden harps forever sound redemption through the sky?

Millions there of flaming seraphs fly across the heavenly plain;
There they sing immortal praises -- Glory, Glory is their strain.
But methinks a sweeter concert makes the heavenly arches ring,
And a song is heard in Zion which the angels cannot sing.

(See the heavenly host, in rapture, gaze upon this shining band;
Wondering at their costly garments and the laurels in their hand!
There, upon the golden pavement see the ransom'd march along,
While the splendid courts of glory sweetly echo to their song.)

(O their crowns, how bright they sparkle, such as monarchs never wear;
They are gone to heav'nly pastures -- Jesus is their Shepherd there.
Hail, ye happy, happy spirits! Welcome to the blissful plain!
Glory, honor, and salvation! Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign.)