In thirty-eight I set my foot
On this New England shore;
My thoughts were then to stay one years
And here remain no more.
But, by the preaching of God's word
By famous Shepard he,
In what a woful state I was,
I then began to see.
Christ cast his garments over me,
And all my sins did cover:
More precious to my soul was he
Than dearest friend or lover.
His pardoning mercy to my soul
All thought did far surmount;
The measure of his love to me
Was quite beyond account.
Ascended on his holy hill,
I saw the city clear,
And knew 'twas New Jerusalem,
I was to it so near.
I said, My mountain does stand strong,
And doubtless 'twill forever;
But soon God turned his face away,
And joy from me did sever.
Sometimes I am on mountains high,
Sometimes in valleys low:—
The state that man's in here below,
Doth ofttimes ebb and flow.
I heard the voice of God by man,
Yet sorrows held me fast;
But these my joys did far exceed;
God heard my cry at last.
Satan has flung his darts at me,
And thought the day to win;
Because he knew he had a friend
That always dwelt within.
But surely God will save my soul I
And, though you trouble have,
My children dear, who fear the Lord,
Your souls at death he'll save.