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I see Christian pilgrims |
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So redeemed from sin |
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Called out of darkness |
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A new life to begin |
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Were you ever in the valley |
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When the way is dark and dim? |
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Did you ever drink the cup |
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Of loneliness with Him? |
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Did you ever have them laugh at you |
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And say, it was a fake? |
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The stand that you so boldly |
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For the Lord did take |
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Did you ever have them mock at you |
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And laugh in ways quite grim? |
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Did you ever drink the cup |
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Of loneliness with Him? |
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Did you ever try to preach |
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Then old fashioned pray? |
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And even when you did it |
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That did not seem a way |
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And you lost all courage |
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Then lost all you vim. |
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Did you ever drink the cup |
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Of loneliness with him? |
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All my friends 'tis bitter sweet |
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While here on earthly sod |
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To follow in the footsteps |
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That our dear Savior trod |
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To suffer with the Savior |
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And when the way is dark and dim |
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To think of the bitter cup |
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Of loneliness with Him |
