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I’m a pilgrim and a stranger, Rough and thorny is the road, Often in the midst of danger, But it leads to God. Clouds of darkness oft distress me; Great and many are my foes; Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me; But my Father knows. |
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Oh, how sweet is this assurance, ’Midst the conflict and the strife, Although sorrows past endurance Follow me through life. Home in prospect can still cheer me: Yes, and give me sweet repose, While I feel His presence near me, For my Father knows. |
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Yes, He sees and knows me daily, Watches over me in love; Sends me help when foes assail me, Bids me look above. Soon my journey shall be ended, Life is drawing to a close; I shall then be well attended— This my Father knows. |
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I shall then with joy behold Him; Face to face my Savior see; Fall with rapture, and adore Him For His love to me. Nothing more shall then distress me— In the land of sweet repose: Jesus stands engaged to bless me— This my Father knows. |
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North York, Ontario, Canada
I’m a pilgrim and a stranger,
Rough and thorny is the road,
Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me;
But my Father knows for He sees and knows me daily.
Oh, How sweet is this assurance!