To the Sad and Desponding.
By S. E. Lindsley
Lonely pilgrim weak and fainting,
Why thy heart so often sad?
If to o'ercome thou still art striving,
Trust thy Saviour and be glad. Once he was the man of sorrows,
Tempted by our common foe,
Now he knoweth how to succor
Those who humbly to him go. Are thine earthly prospects blighted,
Friends forsake who dear have been?
Christ the pilgrim's way hath lighted,
And he bids thee follow him. Dost thou love thy heavenly Father,
More than every earthly friend?
What though some withdraw their favor,
Jesus loves thee to the end. Cheer thee, pilgrim; mourn no longer,
Though each earthly joy forsake,
In the present truth grow stronger,
All things leave for Jesus' sake. Labor in thy Master's vineyard,
We can labor though in youth;
Strive to win our friends and kindred,
To receive the light of truth. Soon our conflicts will be ended,
And our sorrows all be o'er,
Soon by angel friends attended,
We shall mourn and weep no more.