The Christian and his Saviour.
By M. Wells
Christian. I AM weary, O my Saviour,
And I cannot see the way,
And the path seems very rugged,
While I hear sweet voices say,
Come where flowers are blooming brightly,
Where sweet perfumes fill the air;
Come where joys shall be thy portion,
And the heart is free from care. Saviour. But these pleasures which are promised,
All will turn to nothingness;
They will lure thy feet from glory,
They will surely fail to bless. Christian. I am lonely, O my Saviour,
All the friends I loved of yore,
Coldly turn their eyes upon me,
I can clasp their hands no more,
As I could in former seasons;
Ere I trod this narrow path;
And they mock me, and deride me,
Crying strange, and foolish faith. Saviour. I do promise by my greatness,
I who do thy steps behold;
In this life thou'lt have thy portion,
In the next a thousand fold. Christian. But my weakness! O my Saviour,
Surely I can never stand,
All the toilings of the journey,
To the bright the better land.
I shall faint ere 'tis accomplished,
I so weak a one and frail,
Cannot battle with the torrents,
With the storm and with the hail. Saviour. But my strength is all sufficient,
I am strong while thou art weak;
I'll impart my strength unto thee,
If aright for it thou'lt seek. Christian. Thou hast promised! I believe Thee,
Nevermore will I complain,
Though my feet be torn and bleeding,
Thou wilt heal them all again.
Thou hast trod this path before me,
And it leads to endless bliss,
In the next life thou'lt receive me,
Angels pure shall guard in this. Saviour. Be thou faithful through the journey,
Often watching unto prayer;
Then when I select my jewels,
Thou shalt come my joys to share.
M. WELLS.
Homer, Calhoun Co., Mich.