Covenant Land

Lord you planted Israel
In the isles of the sea,
North and West of Palestine
As you said it would be.

Great was to be our name
Which is still the case today?
For Great Britain is our title
A Covenant set to stay.

Great Britain, oh so beautiful!
The land of the free,
Its green and pleasant pastures
A gift oh Lord from thee.

The mountains and the dales,
Plus the mighty spreading Oak.
The deer beneath its branches,
With head her fawn doth stroke.

The Royal throne of David
And the Stone of Destiny,
Are signs that we are Israel?
Yes, the land of liberty.

The countryside so lush and green
Crafted by the Master's hand.
While gentle rains from above,
Quench the thirst of fertile land.

The rivers and the bubbling brooks
Where fish dart here and there.
The duck swims by with her ducklings,
As the hawk hovers high in the air.

Our Union Jack on flagstaff high
Is a wonderful sight to see?
For it represents the union of Jacob,
Just as God intended it to be.

The heraldry on our coinage
And throughout this covenant land,
Is not there by coincidence
But by God's Almighty hand.

Cricket played on the village green
As church bells echo down the valley.
In the pubs are the drunkards of Ephraim
Seeing how many drinks they can tally.

The beauty of the Scottish Highlands,
With Lochs, a magnificent sight.
Plus the rugged coast of Cornwall
With fishing villages lit up at night.

Our coastal waters with abundant fish
For the blessing of the deep gave us He.
But these fishing grounds now plundered,
By those Europeans across the sea.

The beautiful sights of Wales,
Its peaks and picturesque valleys.
Where in 1904 Robert Evans preached
And Christian Revival sprang from his rallies.

Let's not forget Northern Ireland
For its beauty and sectarian strife.
Where the sinister Vatican web,
Tries to destroy the Protestant's life.

So let's pray in earnest for Ireland
That our kith and kin prevail.
That their faith may be rekindled,
For with faith they will not fail.

This was the God blessed isles
Where God said Israel would be.
To dwell alone in safety
And be free from all tyranny.

The heathen now are flooding in
A curse which Scripture foretold.
Polluting the land destroying the faith
Once inspired by revivals of old.

God's blessings are now being lifted
And our problems will surely increase.
For faith in our God has become cold
And soon those blessings will cease.

I hereby sound the trumpet
As a warning to this Covenant land.
Awake from the slumber you’re in
For judgement is close at hand.

So arise and shine Great Britain
And turn from our backsliding ways.
For we must remember the Covenant
That was made by the Ancient of Days.

© Author: Colin Haines 06

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