I Walk a Lonely Pilgrim Here

I walk a lone­ly pil­grim here

O’er life’s un­ev­en way;

My ach­ing heart keeps hop­ing

for

A bright and bet­ter day;

A glo­ri­ous home

a good­ly land

The bless­èd

heav­en­ly rest;

And well I know that land is near

The home of all who’re blest.

I walk alone

and oft am sad

And fall the bri­ny tears;

My heart is grieved with tri­als sore

And pressed with ma­ny cares.

The bet­ter land no sor­row knows—

There

hushed is ev­ery sigh;

The Sav­ior’s hand in kind­ness wipes

The tear-drop from each eye.

I walk alone

and yet am glad

The bless­èd pro­mise’s giv­en

To cheer the heart—the low­ly one

Towards that pro­mised Heav­en.

The hum­ble path my Sav­ior walked

I scorn it not to tread;

The frowns and scoffs my Sav­ior bore

May fall up­on my head.

I stand up­on His pre­cious word

My soul re­joic­eth free

The glo­ri­ous light the Gos­pel gives

Is light that shines for me.

I’ll suf­fer now

I’ll tri­umph then;

I’ll die for Je­sus here

In that bright world I’ll live again

A con­quer­or’s crown to wear.