THE PILGRIM by A. M. LINDLEY

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 24, 1861

THE PILGRIM.

By A. M. LINDLEY

O FATHER, let thy pitying eye Fall on me now, I pray. O, save me from the snares that lie So thickly round my way.

Comfort, support me when I faint, Lest by the way I fall. Thou art the strength of every saint; My God, on thee I call.

'Twas thy dear Son that bade me come, That bade me lift mine eyes, Upward to that bright, heavenly home, And to its mansions rise.

'Twas he that said, "Come unto me, Thou heavy laden one;" And then he offered life so free, Could I refuse the boon?

Through varied scenes of joy and woe, Thus far my journey's been. My great desire and care to know, That I was saved from sin.

Sometimes by faith I've got a sight, As Moses did of old, Of that fair land so good, so bright, Its glories can't be told.

Then while the storms of life may come, O, may their influence be, Like pleasant gales to waft me on, And drive me nearer thee.

Thy grace sufficient still will prove, In every trying hour. Thy great salvation and thy love, A wholly saving power.

A. M. LINDLEY. New Haven, N. Y.