[Written for the Sentinel]

Pilgrims of God

ONWARD we go, pilgrims of God! The South giveth up, and the great Northland; The hordes of the East and the West unite; From the peaceful plains and the mountain slopes, The faithful hear and onward go.

On, on we go, pilgrims of God! Darkness assails us, hell's wrath confronts us; But overwhelmingly high rides our faith. The heavenly host swells the triumph song. Our hope endures, and we press on.

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