A pilgrim in a desert land,
I wander far and wide,
Expecting I may some time come
Close to my Father's side.
Ahead of me I think I hear
Sounds of a heavenly choir,
A conquering host already gone
Through tempest, flood and fire.
Come, Holy Spirit, fire by night,
Pillar of cloud by day;
Lead, for I dare not take a step
Unless Thou show the way.
So prone am I when on my own
To stray from side to side,
I need, each step to Paradise,
My God to be my guide.
I have a yearning for that land,
Where unnumbered throng
Extol the death on Calvary
In heaven's unending song.
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