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As we approach the 4th of July it is fitting we remember the faith of the Pilgrims
 

Hebrews 11:13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
 
 

The Pilgrims

           
They took their lamps, but newly-lit,

Each one with holy light;

And strove to keep the narrow path

And for their Master fight.

 

They set out in the grim unknown,

Their Father’s will to do;

To walk the path He set for them

And to the cross stay true.

 

Through rain, through storm and raging sea,

They held their torches high,

And strove to bear their cross with strength

And utter not a sigh!

 

What strength they had!

What vigilance!

Their Father taught them well,

To bear His flaming torches up

And shadows all dispel!

 

A crown to those who overcome,

A crown for every lamp! 


Their names are written up above,

Seal’d with the Father’s stamp.


 

How great to be the Master’s child,
 
How great to serve Him so;
 
I wish no more than He should keep

My lamp ever aglow!

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