107. I'm a lonely traveler here

1 I'm a lonely traveler here,
Weary, oppress'd;
But my journey's end is near,
Soon I shall rest.
Dark and dreary is the way,
Toiling I've come;
Ask me not with you to stay,
Yonder's my home.

2 I'm a weary traveler here,
I must go on;
For my journey's end is near,
I must be gone.
Brighter joys than earth can give
Win me away;
Pleasures that forever live;
I cannot stay.

3 I'm a traveler to a land
Where all is fair,
Where is seen no broken band;
Saints all are there.
Where no tear shall ever fall,
No heart be sad;
Where the glory is for all,
And all are glad.

4 I'm a traveler, and I go
Where all is fair;
Farewell all I've loved below,
I must be there.
Worldly honors, hopes and gain,
All I resign;
Welcome sorrow, grief and pain,
If heaven be mine.

5 I'm a traveler call me not:
Upward's my way;
Yonder is my rest and lot;
I cannot stay.
Farewell, earthly pleasures all,
Pilgrim I roam;
Hail me not; in vain you call:
Yonder's my home.

Text Information
First Line: I'm a lonely traveler here
Publication Date: 1870
Notes: Tune for 328 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a)
Tune Information
Name: I'M A TRAVELER
Composer: E. J. Day
Meter: 7s & 4s
Key: G Major or modal



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