Pilgrims and Strangers by Mary
Winslow Life in Jesus We are hastening fast through time.
Time is short, and eternity with all its solemn realities is before
us. What is our life? How uncertain,
And yet, is it not awfully true that poor wretched man rushes
heedlessly on, thoughtless of what awaits him in an endless
eternity? We are travelling fast through
this wilderness world, and soon shall pass away. Let us, then,
feel more like pilgrims and strangers here. Let us not seek our rest
where our precious Jesus had no place to lay his head. Let
us rejoice more in the prospect of that glorious inheritance
prepared for us above, where he is who has loved us unto the
death. Oh, for ten thousand worlds would
I not have my portion here in this wilderness.