Here We Are but Straying Pilgrims

Here we are but stray­ing pil­grims;

Here our path is oft­en dim;

But to cheer us on our jour­ney

Still we sing this way­side hymn:

Yonder ov­er the roll­ing riv­er

Where the shin­ing man­sions rise

Soon will be our home for ev­er

And the smile of the bless­èd Giv­er

Gladdens all our long­ing eyes.

Here our feet are oft­en weary

On the hills that throng our way;

Here the tem­pest dark­ly ga­thers

But our hearts with­in us say:

Here our souls are oft­en fear­ful

Of the pil­grim’s lurk­ing foe;

But the Lord is our de­fend­er

And He tells us we may know: