If unto Jesus thou art bound

Verse 1

If unto Jesus thou art bound, A crowd about him will be found, Attending day and night; A worldly crowd to din thy ears, And crowds of unbelieving fears, To hide him from thy sight.

Verse 2

Yet all the vain and noisy crowd Is but a thin and lowering cloud, A mist before thy eyes; If thou press on, the crowds will fly, Or if thou faint, to Jesus cry, And he will send supplies.

Verse 3

This only way can pilgrims go, And all complain, as thou wilt do, Of crowds that daily come; Yet though beset by crafty foes, And passing through a thousand woes, They get securely home.

Verse 4

[But such as seem to run the race, And meet no crowd to check their pace, Are only rambling still; Not fairly entered on the list, The gate and narrow way they missed, Which lead to Zion’s hill.]

Verse 5

O Lord, a cheering look bestow, Or lend a hand to help me through, And draw me up to thee; And when, through fear, I only creep, Or dare not move a single step, Yet thou canst come to me.