Poems (Procter)/The Pilgrims
THE PILGRIMS.
HE way is long and dreary,The path is bleak and bare;Our feet are worn and weary,But we will not despair. More heavy was Thy burthen,More desolate Thy way;—O Lamb of God who takestThe sin of the world away, Have mercy on us.The snows lie thick around usIn the dark and gloomy night;And the tempest wails above us,And the stars have hid their light;But blacker was the darknessRound Calvary's Cross that day;—O Lamb of God who takestThe sin of the world away, Have mercy on us.
Our hearts are faint with sorrow,Heavy and hard to bear;For we dread the bitter morrow,But we will not despair:Thou knowest all our anguish,And Thou wilt bid it cease,—O Lamb of God who takestThe sin of the world away, Give us Thy Peace!