The Pilgrim’s Song

I

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

II

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

III

  The promised land of peace
  Faith keeps in constant view;
How diff’rent from the wilderness
  We are now passing through!

IV

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

V

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

VI

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