292    7.6.     Rozzell
The Pilgrim. Heb. 11. 13-16; Ps. 39. 12

1 Amidst ten thousand dangers,
  Which everywhere abound,
  The pilgrims and the strangers
  Alone secure are found;
  For on their Lord they’re waiting,
  They seek him night and day;
  His aid they’re supplicating
  In his appointed way.

2 [How signal are the blessings
  My Saviour has bestowed!
  He taught me wisdom’s lessons,
  When I had lost the road.
  From death he has me raisèd,
  By his almighty power;
  Let his great name be praisèd,
  Both now and evermore.]

3 Through Christ, the Mediator,
  To God access we find;
  The Spirit’s own dictator,
  Who knows the Father’s mind.
  Thus through this world of trouble
  His saints in safety go;
  They count the world a bubble,
  All vanity below.