Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Tune: The White Pilgrim
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 376, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay,
And pen-sive-ly stood by his tomb,
And in a low whisper something seemed to say,
"How sweet-ly I sleep here a-lone.
"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 mine eyes.
"The call of my master compeled me from home,
I bade my companion farewell,
I left my sweet children who for me now mourn,
In a far distant region 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 beloved one that's gone;
The same band that led me through scenes dark and drear,
Hath kindly conducted me home."