The Wilderness transformed, or the happy Effects of the Gospel. Isaiah xli. 18, 19. compared with xxxv. 1…

Amazing beauteous Change! A World created new! My Thoughts with Transport range The lovely Scene to view; In all I trace, Saviour divine, The Work is thine, Be thine the Praise.

See Crystal Fountains play Amidst the burning Sands; The River's winding Way Shines thro' the thirsty Lands: New Grass is seen, And o'er the Meads Its Carpet spreads Of living Green.

Where pointed Brambles grew, Entwin'd with horrid Thorn, Gay Flow'rs for ever new The painted Fields adorn; The blushing Rose, And Lilly there, In Union fair Their Sweets disclose.

Where the bleak Mountain stood All bare and disarray'd, See the wide-branching Wood Diffuse its grateful Shade; Tall Cedars nod, And Oaks and Pines And Elms and Vines Confess the GOD.

The Tyrants of the Plain Their savage Chase give o'er, No more they rend the Slain, And thirst for Blood no more; But Infant Hands Fierce Tigers stroak, And Lions yoke In flow'ry Bands.

O when, Almighty LORD, Shall these glad Scenes arise, To verify thy Word, And bless our wond'ring Eyes! That Earth may raise, With all its Tongues, United Songs Of ardent Praise.