Lone pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh
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Lone pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh:Look up! redemption draweth nigh.Have loved ones gone? does earth look drear?Look up! shed not that bitter tear.
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What though the heart is saddened now,And shadows gather on thy brow,And grief the bosom heaveth still?Look up! submit to Heaven's own will.
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Do trials unexpected rise?Look up! and view the glorious prize;Let not life's sorrows press you down;Look up! prepare to take the crown.
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Lift up your head, rejoice and sing;Look up! by faith behold your King.He soon is coming, heed his call;Look up! and make your God your all.
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He'll come, all troubles here to end;He'll come, a never-failing friend;He'll come to take his children home;Look up! and pray, "Lord, quickly come."