Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth,
Go, conscious of thy heavenly birth,
And, ’midst the storms that round thee rise,
Retrace thy journey to the skies.
What though the wild winds rage around?
Thou wilt not tremble at the sound;
What though the waters o’er thee roll?
They touch not thine immortal soul.
See where, arrayed on either hand,
The direful train of passions stand;
See hatred, envy, bar thy way,
And foes more subtle still than they.
But, robed in innocence and truth,
From all temptation guard thy youth;
And from thy vestment’s sacred bound
Shake the dread fiends that cling around.
Go with pure heart and steadfast eyes,
Strive on till that bright morn shall rise
That gives thee to thy blest abode,
To rest forever with thy God.
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #321||The Pilgrim||Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth||Roscoe||L. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #321||Go, suffering pilgrim of earth||Go, suffering pilgrim of earth||Roscoe||1848|
|A Collection of Hymns, for the Christian Church and Home #258||Go, suffering habitant of earth!||Go, suffering habitant of earth!||Roscoe||1843|