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"as strangers and pilgrims."
How thinks the pilgrim of his way?
As wanderers homesick and astray?—
The starlight and the dew he sees;
He feels the blessing of the breeze;
As wanderers homesick and astray?—
The starlight and the dew he sees;
He feels the blessing of the breeze;
The valley-shades, how cool and still!
What splendor from the beetling hill!
He longs to go,—he loves to stay;—
For God is both his Home and Way.
What splendor from the beetling hill!
He longs to go,—he loves to stay;—
For God is both his Home and Way.
Strangers to sin! beloved of God!
Ye track with heaven-light earth's mean sod;
For, pilgrims dear, He walks with you,
A Guide,—but once a Pilgrim too.
Ye track with heaven-light earth's mean sod;
For, pilgrims dear, He walks with you,
A Guide,—but once a Pilgrim too.
