THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
“Ye are not as yet come to the rest and to the inheritance.”
Deut. xii. 9.
Oh, say not, think not in thy heart,
I here will take my rest.
Remember, thou a pilgrim art,
A sojourner confessed.
Think of thy dwelling as a tent.
Thy business is—advance.
But foes on robbing thee are bent,
Of thine inheritance.
Remember, then, thy heavenly birth:
Despise the worlding's frown;
Nor let this meretricious earth
Beguile thee of thy crown.
Yield not to dull and slumberous ease,
The prize, thy life, at stake.
Repose is danger; sleep, disease;
And few that slumber wake.
'Tis immortality we seek,—
A free, yet rich reward.—
But sin is strong, and flesh is weak:
Increase our faith, O Lord!
