Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 11s and 8s
Tune: White Pilgrim
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 245, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay,
And pensively stood by his tomb,
And in a low whisper something seemed to say,
"How sweetly I sleep here alone!
The tempest may howl, and loud thunders may roll,
And gathering storms may arise;
But calm are my feelings, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
The call of my Master compelled me from home;
I bade my companion farewell;
I left my sweet children, who for me now mourn,
In far-distant regions to dwell.
I wandered a stranger, an exile from home,
To publish salvation abroad;
I met the contagion, and sunk in the tomb,
My spirit ascending to God.
Go, tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not the loved one that's gone;
The same hand that led me thro' scenes dark and drear
Hath safely conducted me home."