John Newton 6,6,8,6 The Pilgrim' song. From Egypt lately freed By the Redeemer's grace; A rough and thorny path we tread, In hopes to see his face. The flesh dislikes the way, But faith approves it well; This only leads to endless day, All others lead to hell. The promised land of peace Faith keeps in constant view; How different from the wilderness We now are passing through! Here often from our eyes Clouds hide the light divine; There we shall have unclouded skies, Our Sun will always shine. Here griefs, and cares, and pains, And fears, distress us sore; But there eternal pleasure reigns, And we shall weep no more. LORD pardon our complaints, We follow at thy call; The joy, prepared for suff'ring saints, Will make amends for all. |