PROVIDENCE AND THE PILGRIM
by William Bradford
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 wantsthrough weal and woe
A pilgrimpassed 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.
Warswantspeaceplentyhave I known;
And some advanc'dothers thrown down.
The humble poorcheerful and glad;
Richdiscontentsower and sad:
When fears and sorrows have been mixt
Consolations came betwixt.
Faint notpoor soulin God still trust
Fear not the things thou suffer must;
Forwhom he loves he doth chastise
And then all tears wipes from their eyes.
Farewelldear childrenwhom I love
Your better Father is above:
When I am gonehe can supply;
To him I leave you when I die.
Fear him in truthwalk in his ways
And he will bless you all your days.
My days are spentold age is come
My strength it failsmy glass near run.
Now I will waitwhen work is done
Until my happy change shall come
When from my labors I shall rest
With Christ above for to be blest.