Classic Poem

As Walking by a River-Side,
The New-cut Grass smelt sweet;
But Oh! it lay thick in my Path,
Entangled oft my Feet.

Thus when in Pleasure vain we walk,
And think sweet Joys to find;
They're worse than Grass thrown in our Path,
Because they hurt the Mind.

Then quitted I the River Side,
Some Fields I had to pass;
Well, in the Shade I did recline,
To rest me on the Grass.

But this sure was no place for stay,
My Walk I must pursue;
Bewilder'd soon I lost my Way,
No path there was to view.

'Twas in a Field,
That Wheat did yield,
A Female saw me lost;
I heard her cry,
Then did her spy,
She did me then accost.

She did me know,
My way did shew,
And quickly set me right;
Happy for me
She did me see,
Before the dark of Night.

So when in Pleasure vain we stray,
If Jesus does us find,
And sets us right,
Oh! what delight!
He lovely is and kind.

He is the Way
To endless Day,
And Joys that are divine;
I know no bliss,
No Joys like this,
To know this guide is mine.