1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night;
Do not detain me, for I am going
To where the fountains are ever flowing:
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.
2 There the glory is ever shining;
Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there;
Here in this country so dark and dreary:
I long have wandered, forlorn and weary:
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.
3 Of the city to which I'm going
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light;
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any sinning, nor any dying:
Of the city to which I'm going
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light.
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First Line: | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger |
Title: | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Hope: Longing for heaven |
Notes: | Author from index: Mary S. B. Shindler |