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341 The Lone Pilgrim


I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay,
And pensively stood by the tomb,
When in a lone whisper I heard something say,
How sweetly I sleep here alone.

The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar,
And gathering storms may arise,
Yet calm is my feeling at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.

The cause of my Master compelled me from home,
I bade my companion farewell;
I blest my dear children, who now for me mourn -
In far distant regions they dwell.

I wandered an exile and stranger from home,
No kindred or relative nigh:
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
My soul flew to mansions on high.

Oh tell my companion and children most dear,
To weep not for me now I'm gone;
The same hand that led me through scenes most severe,
Has kindly assisted me home.

And there is a crown that doth glitter and shine,
That I shall forevermore wear:
Then turn to the Savior, His love's all divine,
All you that would dwell with me there.

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