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1 I walk a lonely pilgrim here, O’er life’s uneven way; My aching heart keeps hoping, for A bright and better day; A glorious home, a goodly land, The blessèd, heavenly rest; And well I know that land is near, The home of all who’re blest. 2 I walk alone, and oft am sad, And fall the briny tears; My heart is grieved with trials sore, And pressed with many cares. The better land no sorrow knows— There, hushed is every sigh; The Savior’s hand in kindness wipes The tear-drop from each eye. 3 I walk alone, and yet am glad, The blessèd promise’s given, To cheer the heart—the lowly one, Towards that promised Heaven. The humble path my Savior walked, I scorn it not to tread; The frowns and scoffs my Savior bore May fall upon my head. 4 I stand upon His precious word, My soul rejoiceth free, The glorious light the Gospel gives, Is light that shines for me. I’ll suffer now, I’ll triumph then; I’ll die for Jesus here, In that bright world I’ll live again, A conqueror’s crown to wear. | The Cyber Hymnal #10582 |