| Song | A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World |
| Theme(s) | Life And Ministry |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World,
The Blessed Saviour Passed;
A Mourner All His Life Was He,
A Dying Lamb At Last.
That Tender Heart Which Felt For All,
For Us Its Life-Blood Gave;
It Found On Earth No Resting-Place,
Save Only In The Grave!
Such Was Our Lord: And Shall We Fear
The Cross With All Its Scorn?
Or Love A Faithless, Evil World,
That Wreathed His Brow With Thorn?
No; Facing All Its Frowns Or Smiles,
Like Him, Obedient Still,
We Homeward Press, Through Storm Or Calm,
To Zion’s Blessed Hill.
