Weary pilgrim why this sadness?
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Weary pilgrim why this sadness?Why 'mid sorrow's scenes decline?The trial strange, brings joy and gladness;For all things shall yet be thine! . . . .O yes, all things shall yet be thine!
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Earth anew, with robe of glory,Shall rejoice in hill and vale;And sweetest harpings tell the storyOf the love that could not fail;O yes, the love that could not fail.
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Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure,Where joy's gushing songs arise;Thou shalt have all thy well-stored treasure,In the new earth, paradise;Yes, in the new earth, paradise.
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Weary pilgrim, leave thy sadness;To Mount Zion thou art come!Now swell thy songs of joyful gladness,And rejoice in thy blest home;Thine own, and Jesus' heavenly home.