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From Egypt lately freed
By the Redeemer’s grace;
A rough and thorny path we tread,
In hopes to see his face.
The flesh dislikes the way,
But faith approves it well;
This only leads to endless day,
All others lead to hell.
The promised land of peace
Faith keeps in constant view;
How different from the wilderness
We now are passing through!
Here often from our eyes
Clouds hide the light divine;
There we shall have unclouded skies,
Our Sun will always shine.
Here griefs, and cares, and pains,
And fears, distress us sore;
But there eternal pleasure reigns,
And we shall weep no more.
LORD pardon our complaints,
We follow at thy call;
The joy, prepared for suff’ring saints,
Will make amends for all.
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