I’m a stranger here. Are you are stranger, too?
I look around and know I don’t belong.
The customs seem so very queer,
The language harsh upon my ear;
And there’s not one I know among the throng.
I’m a stranger here. Are you a stranger, too?
I’ve just been praying you would come along.
Now fellowship will banish fear,
And help us both to persevere:
Together two are more than twice as strong.
I’m a beggar here. Are you a beggar, too?
There’s naught I have that truly is my own.
‘Twas empty that I entered here,
And empty will I leave this sphere:
For everything and life is but on loan.
I’m a beggar here. Are you a beggar, too?
Dependent upon Charity alone?
United, we can both be fed,
Each help the other find his bread:
Together two cannot be overthrown.
I’m a pilgrim here. Are you a pilgrim, too?
Pressing on to reach a holy place.
My mind’s eye sees the image clear:
The Kingdom bright toward which I steer;
That land of glorious, everlasting grace.
I’m a pilgrim here. Are you a pilgrim, too?
Then you, too, know the hope that I embrace.
Together we will make our way,
Keep watch so neither goes astray;
Until we see our Savior’s blessed face. – PR