A dear sister in Christ died yesterday after many a long month of frailty. In her 90's, she - and her dear companion - had been part of my church family for around 30 years. Now, after many years of being a faithful pilgrim, she is with the Saviour she loved.
This world is not our home,
We're only passing through.
We have the joys and toils and cares
Just as the godless do.
We see the varying hues
Of Autumn, Winter, Spring;
But we detect in all these things
The hand of our great King.
But one day soon we'll leave
These passing things behind;
For He will call us, and we shall
Eternal glories find.
For if we're come to faith
Been saved by precious grace,
The glories of His heavenly home
Are outshone by His face.
O dear Lord Jesus Christ,
Our Master and our King,
Thy love is great and glorious,
Of Thee we love to sing.
O make us pilgrims, Lord,
Detached from all we see,
Not loving what we cannot keep,
Longing to be with Thee.
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