Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: Through tribulation's deep
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: XCVIII
Page Number: 125, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThrough tribulation's deep,
The way to glory is;
This stormy course I keep,
On these tempest'ous seas;
By winds and waves I'm toss'd and driv'n,
Freighted with grace and bound to heav'n.
Sometimes temptations blow
A dreadful hurricane,
And high the waters flow,
And o'er the sides break in;
But still my little ship out braves
The blust'ring winds and stormy waves.
When I in my distress,
My anchor, hope, can cast,
Within the promises,
It holds my vessel fast-
Safely she then at anchor rides,
'Midst stormy blast and swelling tides;
But when a heav'nly breeze
Springs up and fills my sail,
My vessel goes with ease
Before the pleasant gale,
And runs as much an hour or more,
As in a month or two before.
The bible is my chart,
By it the seas I know,
I cannot with it part,
It rocks and sands doth shew;
It is a chart and compass too,
Whose needle points forever true.
I keep aloof from pride,
Those rocks I pass with care;
I stud'ously avoid,
The whirlpool of despair;
Presumption's, quicksand too I shun,
Near these I do no choose to run.
E'er I can reach heav'ns coast
I must a gulph pass through,
Which dreadful proves to most,
For all this passage go;
But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm
If God himself be at the helm.
When through this gulph I get,
Through rough, it is but short;
The pilot angels meet,
To bring me into port-
And when I land on that blest shore,
I shall be safe for ever more."