As pilgrims and as strangers
We tread the desert way,
In conscious weakness, leaning
On God, our strength and stay.
Though ofttimes long and dreary
The way may seem to be, Yet, Lord,
Thy strength and love is ours,
And we can joy in Thee.
Though everything should fail us,
Still we can count on Thee;
Thou art the ever faithful One,—
Our springs are all in Thee.
‘Tis thus in Thee confiding
We tread the desert way,
Proving Thy love and faithfulness
So constant day by day.
The wilderness is barren,—
A place where drought abides;
But our resources are in Thee,
Our need Thy love supplies.
We know Thou wilt sustain us
Until the journey’s o’er,
Then we shall meet with
Thee above And praise
Thee evermore.
May 26th, 1874. L. W.