Pilgrim, though the night is dark
Dawn is on its way
And with it comes the radiant sun
All shadows melt away
Pilgrim, though the heart is sore
And tears so often fall
With soft and gentle tender touch
I’ll wipe away them all
Pilgrim, though you cannot see
The joy that’s yet to be
I ask that you would simply trust
All that you know of Me
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