EN 91 A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World
Exod.2.22
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A pilgrim through this lonely world
The blessed Savior passed;
A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last,
A dying Lamb at last.
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That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life blood gave;
It found on earth no resting place
Save only in the grave,
Save only in the grave.
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Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,
That wreathed His brow with thorn,
That wreathed His brow with thorn?
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No! facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient, still,
We homeward press through storm or calm
To Zion’s blessed hill,
To Zion’s blessed hill.
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By faith His boundless glories there
Our wondering eyes behold;
Those glories which eternal years
Shall never all unfold;
Shall never all unfold.

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