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VERSE: THE PILGRIMS

Adelaide Anne Procter

The 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;— Oh Lamb of God who takest The sin of the world away,

Have mercy on us. The snows lie thick around us In the dark and gloomy night; And the tempest wails above us,

And the stars have hid their light; But blacker was the darkness Round Calvary's Cross that day;— Oh Lamb of God who takest

The 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,—

Oh Lamb of God who takest The sin of the world away, Give us Thy Peace!

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