| Song | Here We Are But Straying |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | Here We Are But Straying |
| Theme(s) | Aspirations |
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Here, We Are But Straying Pilgrims,
Here, Our Path Is Often Dim,
But To Cheer Us On Our Journey,
Still We Sing This Way-Side Hymn.
Yonder, Over The Rolling River,
Where The Shining Mansions Rise,
Soon Will Be Our Home For Ever,
And The Smile Of The Blessed Giver
Gladdens All Our Longing Eyes.
Here, Our Feet Are Often Weary,
On The Hills That Throng Our Way;
Here, The Tempest Darkly Gathers,
But Our Hearts Within Us Say
Yonder, Over The Rolling River, Etc.
Here, Our Souls Are Often Fearful,
Of The Pilgrim’s Lurking Foe;
But The Lord Is Our Defender,
And He Tells Us We May Know,
Yonder, Over The Rolling River, Etc.
Here, Our Shadowed Homes Are Transient,
And We Meet The Stranger’s Frown;
So We’ll Sing With Joy While Going.
Even To Death’s Dark Billow Down—
Yonder, Over The Rolling River, Etc.
