Pilgrim Through This Lonely World { A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World TRENT-Composer Unknown A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World } A Pilgrim through this lonely world, The blessed Saviour passed; A mourner all his life was he, A dying Lamb at last. That tender heart that felt for all, For all its life blood gave; It found on earth no resting place, Save only in the grave. Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross, with all its scorn? Or love a faithless evil world That wreathed his brow with thorn? No, facing all its frowns or smiles, Like him, obedient still, We homeward press thro' storm or calm, To Zion's blessed hill.