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WAY-WORN PILGRIM

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 4, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 8, No. 18.

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WAY-WORN PILGRIM.

Way-worn pilgrim, child of fears, Cease thy sorrow, dry thy tears; Earth has pierced thee: reft, alone, Urge to heaven that bitter moan. Pilgrim, wanderer, though thou be, Heaven shall sooth thy agony; Soon that pulse shall throb no more; But heaven has life, when life is o'er; Soon thou shalt thy Saviour see, Soon shall with thy Saviour be; For this mortal shall be free, Clothed with immortality.
List, ye weary; list, ye faint; List, the martyr and the saint; Ye who tremble, ye who sigh, Ye who, living, daily die, Pleased to tread, to meet your God, The path of thorns your Saviour trod; List from heaven that Saviour's voice, Which bids you, midst your tears, rejoice; That tells of worlds to earth unknown, And calls those blissful worlds your own. Yes, ye shall your Saviour see, Soon shall with that Saviour be, Where this mortal shall be free, Clothed with immortality. Anon.