94: A PILGRIM through this lonely world

94: A PILGRIM through this lonely world

by Sir Edward Denny (1796-1889)

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world
The blessed Saviour passed;
A mourner through His life was He,
The dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart which felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place
Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn,
Or court a faithless evil world
That wreathed His brow with thorn?

4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient still,
We homeward press through storm or calm
To yon celestial hill.

5 Dead to the world with Him who died
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our Lord and Head
In spirit dwell above.