A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#449

449. The Christian Pilgrim

Our country is Immanuel’s ground;
We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;
But only heaven our hopes can raise,
And sin alone, our fears.

We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross he bore;
And every thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierced before.

The flowers that spring along the road
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o’er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one wishful look.

We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
And while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.

Text Information

• First Line: Our country is Immanuel's ground
• Title: The Christian Pilgrim
• Author: Mrs. Barbauld
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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