I’m a pilgrim and a stranger

I’m a pilgrim and a stranger

Rough and thorny is the road

Often in the midst of danger

But it leads to God.

Clouds of darkness oft distress me;

Great and many are my foes;

Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me;

But my Father knows.

Oh

how sweet is this assurance

’Midst the conflict and the strife

Although sorrows past endurance

Follow me through life.

Home in prospect can still cheer me:

Yes

and give me sweet repose

While I feel His presence near me

For my Father knows.

Yes

He sees and knows me daily

Watches over me in love;

Sends me help when foes assail me

Bids me look above.

Soon my journey shall be ended

Life is drawing to a close;

I shall then be well attended—

This my Father knows.

I shall then with joy behold Him;

Face to face my Savior see;

Fall with rapture

and adore Him

For His love to me.

Nothing more shall then distress me—

In the land of sweet repose:

Jesus stands engaged to bless me—

This my Father knows.