The Pilgrim’s Consolation. Ps. 34. 19; Heb. 11. 13
J. Swain L.M.
1
Pilgrims we are, to Canaan bound;
Our journey lies along this road;
This wilderness we travel round,
To reach the city of our God.
2
And here as travellers we meet,
Before we reach the fields above,
To sit around our Master’s feet,
And tell the wonders of his love.
3
Oft have we seen the tempest rise;
The world and Satan, hell and sin,
Like mountains, seemed to reach the skies,
With scarce a gleam of hope between.
4
But still, as oft as troubles come,
Our Jesus sends some cheering ray;
And that strong arm shall guide us home
Which thus protects us by the way.
5
A few more days, or months, or years,
In this dark desert to complain;
A few more sighs, a few more tears,
And we shall bid adieu to pain.
