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God Bless The Weary Pilgrim

God bless the weary pilgrim whose journey never ends. May he rest eternally in the arms of God. - The Notorious Meddler Nov. 25, 2010.

As weary pilgrim, now at rest
Hugs with delight his silent nest
His wasted limbs now lie full soft
That mirey steps have trodden oft
Blesses himself to think upon
His dangers past, and travails done
The burnIng sun no more shall heat
Nor stormy rains on him shall beat
The briars and thorns no more shall scratch
Nor hungry wolves at him shall catch
He erring paths no more shall tread
Nor wild fruits eat instead of bread
For waters cold he doth not long
For thirst no more shall parch his tongue
No rugged stones his feet shall gall
Nor stumps nor rocks cause him to fall
All cares and fears he bids farewell
And means in safety now to dwell
A pilgrim I, on earth perplexed
With Sins, with cares and sorrows vext
By age and pains brought to decay
And my clay house mold'ring away
Oh, how I long to be at rest
And soar on high among the blest
This body shall in silence sleep
Mine eyes no more shall ever weep
No fainting fits shall me assail
Nor grinding pains my body frail
With cares and fears ne'er cumb'red be
Nor losses know, nor sorrows see
What though my flesh shall there consume
It is the bed Christ did perfume
And when a few years shall be gone
This mortal shall be clothed upon
A corrupt carcass down it lies
A glorious bodyu it shall rise
In weakness and dishonour sown
In power 'tis raised by Christ alone
Then soul and body shall unite
And of their Maker have the sight
Such lasting joys shall there behold
As ear ne'er heard nor tongue e'er told
Lord make me ready for that day
Then come, dear Bridegroom, come away

Anne Bradstreet - Aug. 31, 1669
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
The Notorious Meddler


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