1 A pilgrim and a stranger,
I journey here below:
Far distant is my country,
The home to which I go.
Here I must toil and travail,
Oft weary and opprest,
But there my God shall lead me
To everlasting rest.
2 There still my thoughts are dwelling,
'Tis there I long to be;
Come, Lord, and call thy servant
To blessedness with Thee!
Come, bid my toils be ended,
Let all my wanderings cease;
Call from the wayside lodging
To the sweet home of peace!
3 There I shall dwell forever,
No more a stranger guest,
With all thy blood-bought children,
In everlasting rest:
The pilgrim toils forgotten,
The pilgrim conflicts o'er,
All earthly griefs behind us,
Eternal joys before!
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First Line: | A pilgrim and a stranger |
Meter: | 7s & 6s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Assurance; Blessedness: future, anticipated; Christians: their life and experience(4 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Gerhardt - Borthwick |