1 From Egypt lately freed,
By the Redeemer’s grace,
A rough and thorny path we tread,
In hopes to see his face.
2 The flesh dislikes the way,
But faith approves it well;
This only leads to endless day
All others lead to hell.
3 The promised land of peace,
Faith keeps in constant view;
How different from the wilderness
We now are passing through!
4 Here often from our eyes
Clouds hide the light divine;
There we shall have unclouded skies,
Our Sun will always shine.
5 Here griefs, and cares, and pains,
And fears distress us sore;
But there eternal pleasure reigns,
And we shall weep no more.
6 Lord, pardon our complaints;
We follow at thy call;
The joy prepared for suffering saints,
Will make amends for all.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #337
First Line: | From Egypt lately freed |
Title: | The Pilgrim's Song |
Author: | John Newton |
Meter: | 6.6.8.6 |
Copyright: | Public Domain |