"as strangers and pilgrims."
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"AS STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS."
AS strangers,—glad for this good inn,
Where nobler wayfarers have been;
Yet asking but a little rest:
Earth may not keep her spirit-guest.
Where nobler wayfarers have been;
Yet asking but a little rest:
Earth may not keep her spirit-guest.
As those whom no entangling bond
Must draw from life and love beyond:
Strangers to all that lures astray
From one plain path, the homeward way.
Must draw from life and love beyond:
Strangers to all that lures astray
From one plain path, the homeward way.
How must the pilgrim's load be borne?
With staggering limbs, and look forlorn?
His Guide chose all that load within
There's need of everything, but sin.
With staggering limbs, and look forlorn?
His Guide chose all that load within
There's need of everything, but sin.
So, trusting Him whose love he knows,
Singing along the road he goes;
And nightly of his burden makes
A pillow till the morning breaks.
Singing along the road he goes;
And nightly of his burden makes
A pillow till the morning breaks.
