A HYMN FOR THE 3RD SUNDAY IN LENT
By Bernhard Severin Ingemann, translated by the Rev.
S. Baring-Gould
1 Through the night of doubt and sorrow
onward goes the pilgrim band,
singing songs of expectation,
marching to the promised land.
2 Clear before us through the darkness
gleams and burns the guiding light;
pilgrim clasps the hand of pilgrim,
stepping fearless through the night.
3 One the light of God's own presence
o'er his ransomed people shed,
chasing far the gloom and terror,
brightening all the path we tread:
4 One the object of our journey,
one the faith which never tires,
one the earnest looking forward,
one the hope our God inspires:
5 One the strain that lips of thousands
lift as from the heart of one;
one the conflict, one the peril,
one the march in God begun:
6 One the gladness of rejoicing
on the far eternal shore,
where the one almighty Father
reigns in love for evermore.
7 Onward, therefore, Christian pilgrims,
onward with the cross our aid;
bear its shame, and fight its battle,
till we rest beneath its shade.
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