Farewell, vain world; my soul bids you adieu;
My Savior's taught me to abandon you.
Your charms may satisfy a darkened mind,
But not a soul wholly for God designed.
Stop your enticing; cease my soul to call:
‘Tis fixed, through grace; my God shall be my all.
While He thus lets me heavenly glories view,
Your beauties fade; my heart's no room for you.
Lord, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim,
Till my wand'ring days are done;
Yes, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim here alone,
This world is not my home.
Grant me to see, O Comfort from above,
My Savior, Jesus, my soul's only love!
May His sweet face ne'er from my sight depart,
His holiness wholly possess my heart.
Lord, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim,
Till my wand'ring days are done;
Yes, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim here alone,
This world is not my home.
Lord, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim here alone.
I pine while absent from my dearest One.
No lasting comfort can this earth afford;
My very soul belongs with you, my Lord.
Lord, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim,
Till my wand'ring days are done;
Yes, I'm a wand'ring pilgrim here alone,
This world is not my home.
This world is not my home.

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