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8s & 7s.
Here we have no continuing city.
Heb. 13:14.
524 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. | |