C. The Wilderness transformed, or the happy Effects of the Gospel.

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.