Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,
’Neath a weary load we bend:
O how sweet, ’mid toils and dangers,
Still to have a heavenly friend!
Christ has suffered,
And to sufferers grace will send.

By as deadly foes assaulted,
By as strong temptations tried,
Still His footsteps never halted,
On from strength to strength He hied.
What could move Him,
With Jehovah at His side?

To the shameful cross they nailed Him,
And that cross became His throne:
In the tomb they laid and sealed Him;
Lo, the Godhead bursts the stone,
And, ascending,
Claims all empire as His own.

Savior, from Thy heavenly glories
Here an eye of mercy cast;
Make our pathway plain before us,
Smooth the wave, and still the blast.
Thou hast helped us;
Bear us safely home at last.