John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 66
As parched in the barren sands|
Beneath a burning sky,
The worthless bramble with'ring stands,
And only grows to die.
2. Such is the sinner's aweful case,
3. A secret curse destroys his root,
4. But happy he whose hopes depend|
Upon the Lord alone;
The soul that trusts in such a friend,
Can ne'er be overthrown.
5. Though gourds should wither, cisterns break,
6. So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots
7. It thrives, though rain should be denied,|
And drought around prevail;
'Tis planted by a river's side
Whose waters cannot fail.
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