Heartfelt Sigh
Poor pilgrim am
I here below,
In Adam’s rags
of sin must go!
E’er since I got
my staff on earth,
A few steps
from my place of birth,
You, infant
Jesus, know full well
How oft I nearly
slipped and fell.
Throughout my
youth I always tried
To make my
pathway fine and wide,
And felt this
globe on which I fared
Was smooth and
neither caught nor snared,
I often thought
that honey flowed
Where soft and
greenest was my road,
But it was treacherous
and foul,
A quagmire that
would snatch my soul,
Though I at
this did take alarm,
Christ’s strait
path kept me safe from harm.
And still I
wander, day by day,
That path which
pleases God alway,
And seek my
fortune where I can,
Support myself
as is God’s plan!
May I, by no
sin’s path misled,
In Jesu’s
footsteps daily tread,
And from
misfortune’s bitter pain
My own true
calling still retain,
O Jesus, let
your angel host
Be always kind
to me and close,
May all things go
as God’s ordained
Until my
passport I have gained
From here unto
my heavenly home,
And I no more shall have to roam!
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