337    S.M.     John Newton
The Pilgrim’s Song. Heb. 11. 13, 27

1 From Egypt lately freed,
  By the Redeemer’s grace,
  A rough and thorny path we tread,
  In hopes to see his face.

2 The flesh dislikes the way,
  But faith approves it well;
  This only leads to endless day
  All others lead to hell.

3 The promised land of peace,
  Faith keeps in constant view;
  How different from the wilderness
  We now are passing through!

4 Here often from our eyes
  Clouds hide the light divine;
  There we shall have unclouded skies,
  Our Sun will always shine.

5 Here griefs, and cares, and pains,
  And fears distress us sore;
  But there eternal pleasure reigns,
  And we shall weep no more.

6 Lord, pardon our complaints;
  We follow at thy call;
  The joy prepared for suffering saints,
  Will make amends for all.