Hymn 415 |

Hymn 415

From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition

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: 

I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger; 
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

There the glory is ever shining; 
O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there.
 
Here 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.




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