The truth of the following hymn is well illustrated in the author's own life, remembering his lowly beginning and the honoured end:
| A pilgrim to the pleasant Land, Oft hindered on the way, I keep the path and trust my God-- For strength comes with the day. | | Often have foes beset my soul, Which would my faith betray; But they have failed to lay me low-- For strength came with the day. | | And should worse enemies arise In pitiless array, My way is forward, fearing nought-- For strength comes with the day. | | When Death, the king of terrors, comes, To break my tent of clay, I shall not fear his ruthless arm-- For strength comes with the day. | | 132 When I shall stand on Canaan's hills, In freedom's perfect way, How sweet will be the joy of praise For strength with every day! | |