“A Pilgrim and a Stranger.”

I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger ;
I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night ;
Do not detain me, for I am going,
To where the fountains are ever flowing.

There the glory is ever shining !
O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there
Here in this country so dark and dreary,
I long have wandered forlorn and weary.
I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger, &c.

There 's the city to which I journey ;
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light !
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying !
I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger, &c.

Farewell, neighbors, with tears I 've warned you,
I must leave you, I must leave you and be gone !
With this your portion, your hearts' desire—
Why will you perish in raging fire ?
I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger, &c.

Father, mother and sister, brother !
If you will not journey with me I must go !
Now since your vain hopes you will thus cherish,
Should I too linger and with you perish ?
I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger, &c.

Farewell, dreary earth, by sin so blighted,
In immortal beauty soon you 'll be arrayed !
He who has formed thee, will soon restore thee !
And then thy dread curse shall never more be :—
I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger
Till thy rest shall end the weary pilgrim's night.