The Pilgrimage of the Remnant
The chronicles of Scripture glance
Across the sands of time
Depicting days in which we live
As known for too much crime.
As in the hour of troubled Lot,
Great wickedness abounds.
Iniquity is brash and bold,
And prideful lust resounds.
The saddest part is that the ones
Who claim to serve the Lord
Are busy, busy with so much
And Laodicean-bored.
The cares of life, the struggles keen
Harass us all the while.
Yet Heaven’s eye is merciful
And measures every trial.
So, still there are a few that seek
That better, heav’nly land!
With eyes affixed on Christ the Lord
They form a pilgrim band.
This band uplifts by hands divine
That comfort from above.
The company that follows Christ
Is known for Christlike love.
In righteousness they must be found;
Repentance taught from youth
Guides every growth in principle
To stand firm in the truth.
Their hearts are touched by godliness;
Their soul and spirit stirred
By moral precepts clear and sure
As found in God’s own Word.
And when the crisis comes on all,
The crowds will understand
Those principles that were upheld
By God’s own pilgrim band.
These honor God with all their heart
And thank Him for His grace.
Now soon they’ll see their Saviour dear
And meet Him face to face.
Lo, vict’ry’s song will then be heard—
A glorious theme to sing
As joyful pilgrims gaze on high
To see their awesome King.
The weary tears have all been shed,
The sly temptation braved.
The pilgrim band will then rejoice:
That remnant shall be saved!