The pilgrim and the tempter

1 Pilgrim! pilgrim! whither bound?
Thy halting feet are weary;
Delay thy toilsome pilgrimage,
Make this thy welcome resting stage,
For lo, thy path is dreary!
Tempter! tempter! tempter! flee away!
Entice me not to turning;
Oh! what care I how drear the path?
I haste to 'scape the coming wrath--
The everlasting burning.

2 Pilgrim! pilgrim! why this haste?
The world is bright before thee;
Its honours are at thy command,
Its joys but wait thy beckoning hand,
To sing their sweetness o'er thee.
Tempter! tempter! tempter! cease thy charms!
I hear the step behind me:
The blood-avenger hastens on--
Oh, let me on my course be gone,
Ere death's cold hand shall blind me.

Tempter. Pilgrim! pilgrim! let thy fears
Die like the gale at even;
Thy soul is safe--thy God is good--
And He will ne'er require thy blood,
But lead thee safe to heaven.

Pilgrim. Tempter! tempter! hence away!
I'll heed thy counsel never;
I cast myself in Jesus' arms;
Oh, Saviour, calm my soul's alarms--
I'm thine--I'm thine for ever.

Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #206