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.