Faint, yet pursuing,
We go on our way,
The Lord is our leader,
His word is our stay;
The suffering and sorrow
And trial be near,
The Lord is our refuge
And whom shall we fear?
He raiseth the fallen,
He cheereth the faint;
If the weak are oppressed,
He hears their complaint;
The way may be weary
And thorny the road,
But how can we falter
Whose hope is in God?
And to the green pastures
How gently He leads,
His flock in the desert,
How kindly He feeds!
His lambs in His bosom
He tenderly bears,
And brings back the wanderers
Safe from the snares.
The darkness surround us
Our God is our light,
The foes rage around us
Our God is our might,
So faint, yet pusuing,
Still onward we come,
The Lord is our leader
And heaven our home.
And there all His people
Eternally dwell
With Him who has led them
So safely and well,
The toilsome way over,
The wild desert past,
And Canaan the blessed
Is theirs at the last.
J. N. D. 1850.