Book III · Hymn 42 · The Pilgrim' Song

John Newton

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.

SIMILAR HYMNS.

Book I. Hymn 10, 13, 21, 22, 24, 27, 40,
43, 44, 51, 56, 63, 76, 88, 107,
115, 126, 130, 131, 136.

Book II. Hymn 30, 31, 84, 87, 92.

IV. COMFORT.