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THE PILGRIM'S PRAYER

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 21, 1873

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 41, No. 6.

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THE PILGRIM'S PRAYER.

By E. Gorham

I go on pilgrimage. The road in view, Lies fair revealed; But, when the sun shall drink the wayside dew, Be Thou my shield!
The soft wind shifts, and lo! gray mists of doubt My pathway hide. With bruised feet and hands I grope about; Be thou my guide!
Now tempests rise, and o'er the wind-swept way To 'scape the shock, Seeking some covert vainly as I stray, Be thou my Rock!
Though after storm, stealing through sun-touched rift, Calm comes at length, O'erborne and prone, mine eyes I may not lift; Be thou my strength!
One draught from thy life-giving fountain send, And let me quaff— Refreshed, I'll gird me for my journey's end; Be thou my staff.
When pilgrimage is o'er, and life's day lies Low in the west— While the night shadows dim my weary eyes, Be thou my rest!
—E. Gorham.