POOR PILGRIM

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I am a poor wayfaring stranger;
I sometimes know not where to roam;

I heard of a city called heaven,
I'm trying to make it my home.

Sometimes I'm both tossed and driven;
Sometimes I know not where to roam;

I heard of a city called heaven,
I'm trying to make it my home.

My friends and relations forsake me,
And troubles roll round me so high;

I thought of the kind voice of Jesus
Saying, ' Poor pilgrim, I'm always high.'

Thank you God for your mercy.