But now they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly; wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He hath prepared for them a city.-HEBREWS 11: 16. I'M A PILGRIM. 1. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stran-ger, I can tar- ry, I can 2 There the glory is ever shining; I am longing, I am longing for the sight; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 3 There's the city to which I journey; D. C. For oh, we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing o ver; And 299 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren Our heavenly home discerning; dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest nought can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our King says, come, and there's our home, Forever, oh, forever! 300 I WAYFARERS in the wilderness, By morn, and noon, and even, Day after day, we journey on With weary feet towards heaven. Cho. O land above! O land of love! The glory shineth o'er thee; O Christ our King, in mercy bring Us thither, we implore Thee! By day the cloud before us goes, By night the cloud of fire, To guide us o'er the trackless waste, To Canaan ever nigher. Cho. 3 Each morning find we, as He said, The dew of daily manna; And ever when a foe appears, Confronts him Christ our Ban ner. 4 The sea was riven for our feet, And so shall be the river; And by the King's highway brought home, We'll praise his Name forever. 2 My Father's house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be, I'm going home, etc. 3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow; Be mine the happier lot to own, 302 I "WE'VE no abiding city here," 2 "We've no abiding city here;" We seek a city out of sight, 3 O sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest, Had I the pinions of a dove, 303 I As when the weary traveler gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if 'cross the plains, He eyes his home, though distant still: 2 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus in the realms of day; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And He will wipe my tears away! |