Here you will find the Poem O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine, of poet John Bunyan
O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine, How all our pilgrim-life thy dream hath told Our load of sin, our hopes, our doubts so cold, The fearful battle with the foe malign; And Beulah's beauteous land, where none repine We long to see ; we dare with joy ' be bold,' While we with thee in living faith behold The New Jerusalem on high to shine. When, as thy gaze beyond the gates did pass, Which open'd wide to let thy pilgrims in, And thou didst feast thine eyes, oft filled with tears, Well may we feel that thou could'st wish, alas ! That thou had'st done with this world's care and sin, To rest amid that throng for endless years.
