I’m A Pilgrim, I’m A Stranger
Cast Upon The Rocky Shore
Of A Land Where Deathly Danger
Surges With A Sullen Roar,
Oft Despairing, Oft Despairing,
Lest I Reach My Home No More.

Misty Vapors Rise Before Me.
Scarcely Can I See The Way.
Clouds Of Darkest Hue Hang O’er Me,
And I’m Apt To Go Astray
With The Many, With The Many
That Are Now The Vulture’s Prey.

O My Father, I Entreat Thee,
Let Me See Thy Beckoning Hand;
And When Straying, May I Meet Thee
Ere I Join The Silent Band.
Guide Me, Father, Guide Me, Father,
Safely To The Promised Land.

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