p. 1 | A PILGRIM SONG by London Christian

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jun 17, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 23.

A PILGRIM SONG.

By London Christian

OUR God is faithful! Time moves on, to find us Still singing of the mercies left behind us— Still taking, as we sing, of some fresh store, And looking trustfully for those before.

How can we doubt, with memories to cheer us? How can we sorrow, with his love so near us? How can we faint, while he has strength to give, And we, by faith, his proffered grace receive?

Like as a father, pitying, he leads us, And daily with some heavenly morsel feeds us; Sees to our ailings, hushes our alarms, And bears us, weary, in his loving arms.

He who has led thus far will never leave us, Until he at his heavenly home receive us. There we shall see his face, and there adore, And tune our harps to praise him evermore.

There sorrows shall be lost in joy forever, Where trouble, sin, and want can never enter; Where, in a day that knows no coming night, We'll bless the faithfulness that kept us right.

—London Christian.