As Weary Pilgrim

As Weary Pilgrim

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[Bradstreet]

As weary pilgrim, now at rest,
Hugs with delight his silent nest,
 His wasted limbs now lie full soft
That mirey steps have trodden oft,
Blesses himself to think upon
His dangers past, and travails done.
The buringing sun no more shall heat,
Nor stormy rains on him shall beat.
The briars and thorns no more shall scratch,
Nor hungry wolves at him shall catch.
His erring paths no more shall tread,
Nor wild fruits eat instead of bread.
For waters cold he doth not lon,
For thirst no more shall parch his tongue.
No rugged stones his feet shall gall,
Nor stumps nor rocks cause him to fall.
All cars and fears he bids farewell,
and means in safety now to dwell.
A pilgrim I, on earth perplexed
with sins, with cares and sorrows vext,
By age and pains brought to decay,
and my clay house mold’ring away.
Oh, how I long to be at rest,
and soar on high among the blest.
This boody shall in silence sleep,
Mine eyes no more shall ever weep.
No fainting fits shall me assail,
Nor grinding pains my body frail,
With cares and fears ne’er cumb’red be
Nor losses know, nor sorrows see.
What though my flesh shall there consume,
it is the bed christ did perfume,
And when a few years shall be gone.
This mortal shall be clothed upon.
A corrupt carcass down it lies
A glorious body it shall rise.
In weakness and dishonor sown
in power ’tis raised by Christ alone.
Then soul and body shall unite
And of their maker have the sight.
Such lasting joys shall there behold
As ear ne’er hear nor tongue e’er told.
Lord make me ready for that day,

Then come, dear Bridegroom, come away

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