1 As, when the weary trav'ller gains
The height of some o'er-looking hill,
His heart revives, when cross plains
He eyes his home, tho' distant still;
2 While he surveys the much-lov'd spot,
He slights the space that lies between;
His past fatigues are now forgot,
Because his journey's end is seen.
3 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
4 The thought of home his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for troubles past;
Nor any future trial fears,
So he may save arrive at last.
5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell
With Jesus, in the realms of day;
Then I shall bid my cares farewel,
And he will wipe my tears away.
6 Jesus, on thee my hope depends,
To lead me on to thine abode;
Assur'd that heav'n will make amends
For all our toil while on the road.
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First Line: | As when the weary trav'ller gains |
Title: | The aged Christian rejoicing in a view of Heaven |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Heaven: Aged Christian rejoicing in a view of |