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    THE
  
  
    LONE
  
  
    PILGRIM.
  
  
    11s,
  
  
    8s.
  
    "For
  
  
    if
  
  
    we
  
  
    believe
  
  
    that
  
  
    Jesus
  
  
    died
  
  
    and
  
  
    rose
  
  
    again,
  
  
    even
  
  
    so
  
  
    them
  
  
    also
  
  
    that
  
  
    sleep
  
  
    in
  
  
    Jesus
  
  
    will
  
  
    God
  
  
    bring
  
  
    with
  
  
    him."-1
  
  
    Thess.
  
  
    4:14.
  
    B.
  
  
    F.
  
  
    White.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    D
  
  
    Flat
  
  
    Major.
  
    B.
  
  
    F.
  
  
    White,
  
  
    1850.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
    1 I
  
  
    came
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    place
  
  
    where
  
  
    the
  
  
    lone
  
  
    pil
  
  
    -
  
  
    grim
  
  
    lay,
  
  
    And
  
  
    pen
  
  
    -
  
  
    sive
  
  
    -
  
  
    ly
  
  
    stood
  
  
    by
  
  
    his
  
  
    tomb,
  
    2 The
  
  
    tem
  
  
    -
  
  
    pest
  
  
    may
  
  
    howl,
  
  
    and
  
  
    the
  
  
    loud
  
  
    thun
  
  
    -
  
  
    ders
  
  
    roar,
  
  
    And
  
  
    gath
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    storms
  
  
    may
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    rise,
  
    3 The
  
  
    cause
  
  
    of
  
  
    his
  
  
    mas
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    pro
  
  
    -
  
  
    pelled
  
  
    him
  
  
    from
  
  
    home,
  
  
    He
  
  
    bade
  
  
    his
  
  
    com
  
  
    -
  
  
    pan
  
  
    -
  
  
    ions
  
  
    fare
  
  
    -
  
  
    well:
  
    He
  
  
    wan
  
  
    -
  
  
    dered
  
  
    an
  
  
    ex
  
  
    -
  
  
    ile
  
  
    and
  
  
    stran
  
  
    -
  
  
    ger
  
  
    from
  
  
    home,
  
  
    No
  
  
    kin
  
  
    -
  
  
    dred
  
  
    or
  
  
    rel
  
  
    -
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    tive
  
  
    nigh;
  
    5
  
  
    O
  
  
    tell
  
  
    his
  
  
    com
  
  
    -
  
  
    pan
  
  
    -
  
  
    ions
  
  
    and
  
  
    chil
  
  
    -
  
  
    dren
  
  
    most
  
  
    dear:
  
  
    To
  
  
    weep
  
  
    not
  
  
    for
  
  
    him,
  
  
    now
  
  
    he's
  
  
    gone.
  
    When
  
  
    in
  
  
    a
  
  
    low
  
  
    whis
  
  
    -
  
  
    per
  
  
    I
  
  
    heard
  
  
    some
  
  
    -
  
  
    thing
  
  
    say,
  
  
    "How
  
  
    sweet
  
  
    -
  
  
    ly
  
  
    he
  
  
    sleeps
  
  
    here
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    lone."
  
    Yet
  
  
    calm
  
  
    are
  
  
    his
  
  
    feel
  
  
    -
  
  
    ings,
  
  
    at
  
  
    rest
  
  
    is
  
  
    his
  
  
    soul,
  
  
    The
  
  
    tears
  
  
    are
  
  
    all
  
  
    wiped
  
  
    from
  
  
    his
  
  
    eyes.
  
    He
  
  
    blessed
  
  
    his
  
  
    dear
  
  
    chil
  
  
    -
  
  
    dren,
  
  
    who
  
  
    for
  
  
    him
  
  
    now
  
  
    mourn,
  
  
    In
  
  
    far
  
  
    dis
  
  
    -
  
  
    tant
  
  
    re
  
  
    -
  
  
    gions
  
  
    they
  
  
    dwell.
  
    He
  
  
    met
  
  
    the
  
  
    con
  
  
    -
  
  
    ta
  
  
    -
  
  
    gion
  
  
    and
  
  
    sank
  
  
    to
  
  
    his
  
  
    tomb,
  
  
    His
  
  
    soul
  
  
    flew
  
  
    to
  
  
    man
  
  
    -
  
  
    sions
  
  
    on
  
  
    high.
  
    The
  
  
    same
  
  
    that
  
  
    led
  
  
    him
  
  
    through
  
  
    the
  
  
    scenes
  
  
    most
  
  
    se
  
  
    -
  
  
    vere
  
  
    Has
  
  
    kind
  
  
    -
  
  
    ly
  
  
    as
  
  
    -
  
  
    sis
  
  
    -
  
  
    ted
  
  
    him
  
  
    home.
  
    These
  
  
    words
  
  
    and
  
  
    tune
  
  
    were
  
  
    composed
  
  
    by
  
  
    Major
  
  
    B. F.
  
  
    White
  
  
    at
  
  
    the
  
  
    grave
  
  
    of
  
  
    a
  
  
    friend
  
  
    who
  
  
    had
  
  
    once
  
  
    lived
  
  
    in
  
  
    Georgia,
  
  
    and
  
  
    who
  
  
    had
  
  
    gone
  
  
    West
  
  
    and
  
  
    died.
  
  
    Major
  
    White
  
  
    visited
  
  
    there,
  
  
    and
  
  
    while
  
  
    at
  
  
    the
  
  
    grave
  
  
    wrote
  
  
    the
  
  
    words
  
  
    and
  
  
    music
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    hymn.
  
  
    The
  
  
    grave
  
  
    was
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    lone
  
  
    prairies,
  
  
    and
  
  
    the
  
  
    words
  
  
    show
  
  
    the
  
  
    inwardnees
  
    of
  
  
    his
  
  
    great
  
  
    heart,
  
  
    and
  
  
    the
  
  
    feeling
  
  
    he
  
  
    possed
  
  
    for
  
  
    a
  
  
    parted
  
  
    friend
  
  
    and
  
  
    former
  
  
    companion.
  
  
    William
  
  
    Walker
  
  
    claims
  
  
    this
  
  
    tune.
  
  
    See
  
  
    "Christian
  
  
    Harmony,"
  
  
    page
  
  
    341.
  
  
    In
  
    the
  
  
    "New
  
  
    Harp
  
  
    of
  
  
    Columbia"
  
  
    by
  
  
    L.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Swan
  
  
    he
  
  
    gives
  
  
    credit
  
  
    for
  
  
    the
  
  
    muaic
  
  
    of
  
  
    "The
  
  
    Lone
  
  
    Pilgrim"
  
  
    to
  
  
    M.
  
  
    L.
  
  
    Swan.
  
  
    See
  
  
    page
  
  
    49.
  
  
    White
  
  
    and
  
  
    Walker
  
  
    have
  
  
    the
  
  
    same
  
    words
  
  
    in
  
  
    their
  
  
    tunes,
  
  
    but
  
  
    Swan
  
  
    has
  
  
    the
  
  
    hymn,
  
  
    "In
  
  
    Songs
  
  
    of
  
  
    Sublime
  
  
    Adoration
  
  
    and
  
  
    Praise."