“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 thereHere in this country so dark and dreary,I long have wandered forlorn and weary.I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger,I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night ;

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,I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night ;

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,I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night ;

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,I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night ;

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 strangerTill thy rest shall end the weary pilgrim's night.