Are the toils of thy pilgrimage lost in the rest
Which remains for the righteous - relieves the opress'd?
Art thou there, my dear Mother? Who guided the way
Through the desert of sin, to those regions of day?
Who taught thee to sing 'midst the roar of the wave,
"Jehovah is mighty! Immanuel can save"?
Chang'd thy hope to fruition, thy faith into sight?
'Twas Jesus! we'll echo thy shout to his grace
We'll sing of the bliss of beholding his face.
We'll chide all our murmurings, our wailings shall cease
We'll think of thee resting in regions of peace.
We'll fly to the fountain whence issue the hills
Of Salvation and peace - Where Mercy distills
Like the drops of the morning, to nourish the soil -
Where the bud that is blooming, no changes can spoil.
We'll ask for the presence, the guidance, the grace
Of the God thou has worshipped. Old Mxx embrace
Sooth our souls when departing; His thought be our xx
When we tread the dark valley; his robes our array;
When we bow with the ransom'd, and join with the blessed,
In praising the Lamb, who hath purchased our rest.
Rev. James Van Campen Romeyn (15 NOV 1765 - 27 JUN 1840), a minister of the Dutch Reformed Church,
married Susanna Maud Van Vranken (abt 1780-).
Rev. Romeyn was the son of Rev. Thomas Romeyn and Susanna Van Campen. They had a daughter Anna in
1800, who died the same year. This Anna is probably James and Susanna's daughter Susanna Van Campen Romeyn (06 Feb 1790 -24 May 1868).