1657

PROVIDENCE AND THE PILGRIM

by William Bradford

Providence and the Pilgrim

FROM my years young in days of youth,

God did make known to me his truth,

And call'd me from my native place

For to enjoy the means of grace.

In wilderness he did me guide,

And in strange lands for me provide.

In fears and wants, through weal and woe,

A pilgrim, passed I to and fro:

Oft left of them whom I did trust;

How vain it is to rest on dust!

A man of sorrows I have been,

And many changes I have seen.

Wars, wants, peace, plenty, have I known;

And some advanc'd, others thrown down.

The humble poor, cheerful and glad;

Rich, discontent, sower and sad:

When fears and sorrows have been mixt,

Consolations came betwixt.

Faint not, poor soul, in God still trust,

Fear not the things thou suffer must;

For, whom he loves he doth chastise,

And then all tears wipes from their eyes.

Farewell, dear children, whom I love,

Your better Father is above:

When I am gone, he can supply;

To him I leave you when I die.

Fear him in truth, walk in his ways,

And he will bless you all your days.

My days are spent, old age is come,

My strength it fails, my glass near run.

Now I will wait, when work is done,

Until my happy change shall come,

When from my labors I shall rest,

With Christ above for to be blest.