A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World
VERSE 1
A
pilgrim through this lonely world
The
blessed Savior passed;
A
mourner all His life was He,
A dying
Lamb at last,
A dying
Lamb at last.
VERSE 2
That
tender heart that felt for all,
For all
its life blood gave;
It found
on earth no resting place
Save
only in the grave,
Save
only in the grave.
VERSE 3
Such was
our Lord; and shall we fear
The
cross with all its scorn?
Or love
a faithless, evil world,
That
wreathed His brow with thorn,
That
wreathed His brow with thorn?
VERSE 4
No!
facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like
Him, obedient, still,
We
homeward press through storm or calm
To
Zion’s blessed hill,
To
Zion’s blessed hill.
VERSE 5
By faith
His boundless glories there
Our
wondering eyes behold;
Those
glories which eternal years
Shall
never all unfold;
Shall
never all unfold.
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