1 I'm a pilgrim and a stranger passing over,
The road may be rough, but 'tis clear,
And a starry crown awaits me o'er the river,
And Jesus bids me welcome there.
There are lights along the shore that never grow dim,
That never, never grow dim;
These souls are all aflame with the love of Jesus' name,
They guide us, yes, they guide us unto him.
2 Sometimes I meet with trials on my journey,
Temptation and sorrow by the way.
But Jesus speaks, and says, "I'm ever near thee,
To guide to realms of endless day."
3 Friends of Jesus! may your lights be trimmed and burning.
And shining along the way of love;
Soon you'll gain the heights of glory, and be singing
The happy song of saints above.
4 We're a happy band of Christians, bound for Canaan,
The land is in view, the wind's fair;
We will sing redeeming love beyond the Jordan,
With Jesus dwell forever there.