Scripture Verse

Strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Hebrews 11:13


Words: Ir­ville I. Les­lie, in The Ad­vent Harp (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: J. V. Himes, 1849), num­ber 326.

Music: H. S. Blunt, in The Ep­worth Hym­nal No. 2 (New York & Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Hunt & Ea­ton and Cran­ston & Cur­tis, 1891) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Blunt’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Les­lie,


I’m a lonely traveler here,
Weary, oppressed;
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.


I’m a traveler, call me not,
Upward I roam;
Heaven is my resting place,
Yonder’s my home.

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,
Hie me away,
Pleasures that for­ev­er live,
I can not stay.


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,
Nor heart be sad;
Where the glo­ry is for all,
And all are glad.


I’m a traveler, and I go
Where all is fair;
Farewell all I love below,
I must be there.
Worldly honors, hopes and gain,
All I resign;
Welcome, sorrow, grief, and pain,
If Heav’n be mine.


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’ll roam;
Hail me not—in vain you call—
Yonder’s my home.