“A place prepare for me!”
XXXII.
A GLANCE.
A pilgrim I to Canaan flee,
To dwell, my blessed Lord, with Thee
In thine eternal rest:[4]
Beyond the tempter’s roar and dart,
And every foe to cause me smart,
Thy constant, filial guest.
Afar I sometimes see below
A glimpse of Salem’s mansions glow,