Thomas Pringle - On Visiting a Missionary Settlement lyrics

By Heaven directed, by the world reviled, Amidst the wilderness they sought a home, Where beasts of prey and men of murder roam, And untamed Nature holds her revels wild: There, on their pious toils their Master smiled, And prosper'd them, unknown or scorn'd of men, Till in the satyr's haunt and dragon's den A garden bloom'd, and savage hordes grew mild. So, in the guilty heart when heavenly grace Enters, it ceaseth not till it uproot All evil pa**ions from each hidden cell; Planting again an Eden in their place, Which yields to men and angels pleasant fruit; And God himself delighteth there to dwell.