Like a weary pilgrim,
With flesh and spirit contending,
I yearn for Jordan and
This life's ending.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Tent grown tattered,
Sand and eind storm rim'd,
Heart and eyes increading dimmed.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Travel stained and sore
How I yearn to serve
Until I reach Heaven's door.
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