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, which 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 wreath'd His brow with thorn?
4 No: facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient still,
We homeward press, through storm or calm
To Zion’s blessèd hill.
5 Dead to the world, with Him who died
to win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.
Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #1211 A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessèd 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?
4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him, obedient still,
We homeward press through storm or calm,
To Zion's blessèd hill.
Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #3501. A pilgrim through this lonely world
The blessèd Savior passed;
A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last,
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,
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,
That wreathed His brow with thorn?
4. No! facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient, still,
We homeward press through storm or calm
To Zion’s blessèd hill,
To Zion’s blessèd hill.
5. By faith His boundless glories there
Our wondering eyes behold;
Those glories which eternal years
Shall never all unfold;
Shall never all unfold.
The Cyber Hymnal #55991 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.
4 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?
The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #3111 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?
The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #170
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