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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>A PILGRIM THROUGH THIS LONELY WORLD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“A stranger in a strange land.” Exodus 2:22</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_e_denny_e.html">Edward Denny</a>, 1839.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Ortonville,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_hastings_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Hastings</a>, <em>The Manhattan Collection</em>, 1837 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_o_ortonvil.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>A pilgrim through this lonely world<br>
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The blessèd Savior passed;<br>
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A mourner all His life was He,<br>
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A dying Lamb at last,<br>
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A dying Lamb at last.</p>
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<p>That tender heart that felt for all,<br>
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For all its life blood gave;<br>
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It found on earth no resting place<br>
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Save only in the grave,<br>
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Save only in the grave.</p>
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<p>Such was our Lord; and shall we fear<br>
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The cross with all its scorn?<br>
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Or love a faithless, evil world,<br>
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That wreathed His brow with thorn,<br>
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That wreathed His brow with thorn?</p>
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<p>No! facing all its frowns or smiles,<br>
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Like Him, obedient, still,<br>
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We homeward press through storm or calm<br>
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To Zion’s blessèd hill,<br>
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To Zion’s blessèd hill.</p>
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<p>By faith His boundless glories there<br>
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Our wondering eyes behold;<br>
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Those glories which eternal years<br>
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Shall never all unfold;<br>
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Shall never all unfold.</p>
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