Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
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: The Pilgrim's Repose
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 213, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI came to the spot where the white pilgrim lay,
And pensively stood by his tomb;
When in a low whisper, a voice seem'd to say
"How sweetly I sleep here alone.
"The tempest may howl, and the loud thunders roll,
And gathering storms may arise;
Yet calm are my feelings, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
"Twas the call of my Master that led me from home,
I bade my companions farewell;
I left my dear children, that now for me mourn,
In a far distant region to dwell.
"I wander'd a stranger and exile below,
To publish salvation abroad;
The trump of the gospel endeavor to blow,
Inviting poor sinners to God.
"But when at a distance, and far from my home,
No kindred nor relative nigh,
I met the contagion, and sank in the tomb,
My spirit ascending on high.
"Oh! Tell my companion and children most dear,
To weep not for Joseph, though gone;
The same hand that led me through scenes dark and dread
Has kindly assisted me home."