First Line: I'm a pilgrim and a stranger,

I'm a pilgrim and a stranger,
Rough and thorny is the road ;
Often in the midst of danger ;
But it leads to God.
Clouds and darkness oft distress me,
Great and many are my foes ;
Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me :
But my Father knows.

2 Oh, how sweet is this assurance,
'Mid the conflict and the strife !
Although sorrows past endurance
Follow me through life.
Home in prospect still can cheer me,
Yes, and give me sweet repose,
While I feel His presence near me :
For my Father knows.

3 Yes, He sees and knows me daily,
Watches over me in love ;
Sends me help when foes assail me —
Bids me look above.
Soon my journey will be ended,
Life is drawing to a close ;
I shall then be well attended :
This my Father knows.

4 I shall then with joy behold Him —
Face to face my Father see ;
Fall with rapture and adore Him,
For His love to me.
Nothing more shall then distress me,
In the land of sweet repose ;
Jesus stands engaged to bless me :
This my Father knows.