A pil­grim and a stran­ger,
I jour­ney on my way;
I seek thro’ tri­bu­la­tion
The light of per­fect day.
Thro’ thickest gloom and dark­ness,
I see a gleam afar;
It beck­ons ev­er up­ward,
The bright and morn­ing star.

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That bright, bright, star,
By faith I see;
Behold Him high in glo­ry,
To in­ter­cede for me.

Tho’ oft my feet are wea­ry,
So long and rough the road,
One stands be­side me, pa­tient,
And shares my hea­vy load.
My faith can ne­ver fail me,
The while I see afar,
In all its ra­di­ant beau­ty,
The bright and morn­ing star.

Refrain

My bea­con ne­ver fails me,
Tho’ long and drear the night,
Tho’ clouds around me dark­en,
They can not hide its light.
Courage, the day is dawn­ing,
For lo! I see afar,
In all its ra­di­ant beau­ty,
The bright and morn­ing star.

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It guides me to the ci­ty,
With twelve foun­da­tions fair,
Whose wall is pur­est jas­per,
And set with jew­els rare.
A grand un­tem­pled ci­ty,
Revealed to John of old,
Whose gates of pearl are num­bered,
And streets are paved with gold.

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