Through my pilgrimage below
Guide Thou me,
Jesu, free me from every foe,
Graciously!
All my care I cast on Thee
Till life’s end,
Well aware that Thou shalt be
Still My Friend.
HYMN XXXIV.
“ Be still, and know that I am God.” Ps. xlvi, 10.
“Dyfais fawr tragwyddol gariad,”
Full and undeserved salvation
Founded on Eternal Love
Has been won for every nation,—
Peace on earth and bliss above.
On God’s covenant depending,
Howsoever storms may rage,
I am safe, for He attending
Will protect my pilgrimage.
What if health be frail and fleeting,—
Heart and flesh together quail,—
And the pulse of life cease beating?
God’s compassions never fail.
Oh! how fraught with consolation
Is this thought to every one
Who commits his soul’s salvation
To the merits of His Son!
The commandments I have pondered
Over; Christ in agony
have seen by faith and wondered
At the tree of Calvary;
And if my peregrination
Through this earth be frequently
But a path of perturbation
It betokens victory.
Things that seem to teem with sadness,
Darkness, bitterness and fear,
Shall be swallowed up in gladness
When the glory shall appear.
Looking upwards at the haven
Where my soul aspires to be
I behold prepared in heaven
An inheritance for me.
Indistinct, and distant glimpses
Only come within my sight:
But these glimpses thrill my senses
With ineffable delight:
While the promise of Salvation
Purchased by Immanuel’s Blood
Gives my spirit Consolation,
Courage, and The Peace of God.
Fondly feeling that, surviving
Every tempest’s angry swell,
I was happily arriving
At the goal where I would dwell,
My glad soul exclaimed, O Father,
Have I come to be with Thee,
Safe eternally from further
Anguish and anxiety?