Date recorded: October 24, 2014
Words by: I. N. Carman
Music by: W. O. Perkins
Here we are but straying pilgrims,
Here our path is often dim.
But to cheer us on our journey,
Still we sing this wayside hymn:
Here our feet are often weary
On the hills that throng our way.
Here the tempest darkly gathers
But our hearts within us say:
Here our souls are often fearful
Of the pilgrim’s lurking foe.
But the Lord is our defender
And He tells us we may know:
Yonder over the rolling river,
Where the shining mansions rise;
Soon will be our home for ever,
And the smile of the blessed Giver
Gladdens all our longing eyes.
Sue Simons says:April 30, 2015
This song was used years ago by the School of Preaching at Bristol Road Church of Christ under the leadership of Terry Blake in Flint, Michigan. They used this as their song of each morning – - I forget now what they called it. As they studied, a group of ladies prepared lunch for them to enjoy. Sweet memories!
Jacob Egli says:March 21, 2014
Thank you for posting this.