THE PILGRIM
1. He looked for a
city and lived in a tent,
A pilgrim to glory
right onward he went;
God's promise his
solace, so royal his birth,
No wonder he sought
not the glories of earth.
Refrain
Home! Home! Home,
sweet home!
A welcome from
Jesus awaits us at home.
2. He looked for a
city his God should prepare,
No mansion on earth
could he covet or share.
For had not God
told him that royal abode
Awaited His
pilgrims on ending the road.
3. He looked for a
city; if sometimes he sighed
To be trudging the
road, all earth's glory denied,
The thought of that
city changed sighing to song,
For the road might
be rough, but it could not be long.
4 He looked for a
city; his goal, Lord, we share;
And know that
bright city which Thou dost prepare
Is ever our
portion, since willing to be
Just pilgrims with
Jesus, our roof a tent tree.
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