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Here we have no continuing city.
Heb. 13:14.
Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger,
Passing through this darksome vale?
Knowest thou not ’tis full of danger,
And will not thy courage fail?
CHORUS.
I am bound for the kingdom,
Will you go to glory with me?
Hallelujah! praise you the Lord.
2 Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me,
Wandering o’er this waste so wide;
Yet no harm will e’er befall me,
While I’m blest with such a guide.
3 Such a guide—no guide attends thee:
Hence for thee my fears arise;
If some guardian power befriend thee,
’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.
4 Yes, unseen—but still believe me,
Such a guide my steps attends;
He’ll in every strait relieve me,
He from every harm defends.
5 Pilgrim! see that stream before thee!
Darkly winding through the vale;
Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee,
Would not then thy courage fail?
6 No, that stream has nothing frightful;
To its bank my steps I bend;
There to plunge will be delightful,
Then my pilgrimage will end.