#72I Walk Alone

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I WALK a lonely pilgrim here O'er life's uneven way; But my aching heart keeps hoping on For the bright, the better day; A glorious home in the goodly land, The blessed, heavenly rest; And well I know that land is near, The home of the pure and blest.
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I walk alone, and oft am sad, And falls the briny tear: My heart is grieved with trials sore, And pressed with many a care. But the better land no sorrow knows– There, hushed is every sigh; The Saviour's hand in kindness wipes The tear-drop from each eye.
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I walk alone, and yet am glad For the blessed promise given, To cheer the heart of the lowly one, In the narrow way to heaven. The humble path my Saviour walked, I scorn it not to tread; Though the frowns and scoffs my Saviour bore Shall fall upon my head.
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For I stand upon his precious word, And my soul rejoiceth free, In the glorious light the gospel gives, The light that shines for me. Though I suffer now, I shall triumph then; Though I die for my Master here, In that better world shall I live again, A conqueror's crown to wear.

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