1 A pilgrim through this lonely world
The blessed Saviour passed;
A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last!
2 That tender heart, which felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place
Save only in the grave!
3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,
That wreath'd His brow with thorn?
4 No: facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient still,
We homeward press, through storm or calm
To Zion’s blessèd hill.
5 Dead to the world, with Him who died
to win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.
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First Line: | A pilgrim through this lonely world |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: a Pattern; Example: of Christ; Following Christ(4 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Bonar |