516. 7s. M.6l. Bowring. The Pilgrimage of Life. 1 Lead us with thy gentle sway, As a willing child is led; Speed us on our forward way, As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped, Who with prayers and helps divine Seeks a consecrated shrine. 2 We are pilgrims, and our goal Is that distant land whose bourn Is the haven of the soul; Where the mourners cease to mourn, Where the Saviour's hand will dry Every tear from every eye. 3 Lead us thither! thou dost know All the way; but wanderers we Often miss our path below, And stretch out our hands to thee; Guide us, -- save us, -- and prepare Our appointed mansion there!
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