I'm but a pilgrim in this land,
Where, wearily, I roam.
My homeland sweetly beckons,
And I will soon be going home.
Yes, someday soon I shall embark
Upon my homeward flight,
To a place of never ending day,
A land that knows no night.
Where meadow grass is sweet and green,
I'll lay me down to rest.
Where wildflowers in profusion bloom,
In that garden of the blest.
No clouds of fear will trouble me,
For Christ, the heavenly Dove,
Will gently rock my soul to sleep,
In the cradle of His love.
There at that crystal fountainhead,
Where living waters flow,
My parching soul will be refreshed,
No thirst again to know.
And at my Father's table
I'll feast forevermore,
Upon the living Bread of Life:
The LORD, whom I adore.