Pilgrims Here on Earth and Strangers

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.

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?

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

And

as­cend­ing

Claims all em­pire as His own.

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.