Scripture Verse

Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the Lord. For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited. Jeremiah 17:5-6

Introduction

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John Newton
1725–1807

Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­iv­er, 1779), Book 1, num­ber 66. Trust of the wick­ed, and the right­eous com­pared.

Music: Abid­ing Grace John S. Camp, 1905 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John S. Camp
1858–1946

Lyrics

As parch­èd in the bar­ren sands
Beneath a burn­ing sky,
The worth­less bram­ble wi­ther­ing stands,
And on­ly grows to die.

Such is the sin­ner’s aw­ful case,
Who makes the world his trust;
And dares his con­fi­dence to place
In va­ni­ty and dust.

A sec­ret curse de­stroys his root,
And dries his mois­ture up;
He lives awhile, but bears no fruit,
Then dies with­out a hope.

But hap­py he whose hopes depend
Upon the Lord alone;
The soul that trusts in such a friend,
Can ne’er be ov­er­thrown.

Though gourds should wi­ther, cis­terns break,
And crea­ture com­forts die;
No change his so­lid hope can shake,
Or stop his sure sup­ply.

So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots
By con­stant streams are fed;
Arrayed in green, and rich in fruits,
It rears its branch­ing head.

It thrives, though rain should be de­nied,
And drought around pre­vail;
’Tis plant­ed by a ri­ver’s side
Whose wa­ters can­not fail.