1 Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,
’Neath a weary load we bend:
O how sweet, ’mid toils and dangers,
Still to have a heavenly friend!
Christ has suffered,
And to sufferers grace will send.
2 By as deadly foes assaulted,
By as strong temptations tried,
Still His footsteps never halted,
On from strength to strength He hied.
What could move Him,
With Jehovah at His side?
3 To the shameful cross they nailed Him,
And that cross became His throne:
In the tomb they laid and sealed Him;
Lo, the Godhead bursts the stone,
Claims all empire as His own.
4 Savior, from Thy heavenly glories
Here an eye of mercy cast;
Make our pathway plain before us,
Smooth the wave, and still the blast.
Thou hast helped us;
Bear us safely home at last.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9825
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #9825||Pilgrims Here On Earth And Strangers||Pilgrims here on earth and strangers||ASHBURTON||Henry F. Lyte||87.87.47||<cite>The Spirit of the Psalms</cite>, 1834|