1 A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour passed:
A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.
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.
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?
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #170
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|The Cyber Hymnal #5599||A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World||A pilgrim through this lonely world||ORTONVILLE||Edward Denny||CM|