A Pilgrim through this lonely world
Verse 1
A Pilgrim through this lonely world The blessed Saviour passed; A mourner all His life was He, A dying Lamb at last.
Verse 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.
Verse 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?
Verse 4
Dead to the world with Him who died To win our hearts, our love, We, risen with our risen Head, In spirit dwell above.
Verse 5
By faith His boundless glories there Our wond'ring eyes behold; The glories which eternal years Shall never all unfold.
