Hymn 42
John Newton
6,6,8,6
The Pilgrim’ song.
362 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. | |
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