I trudge like a pilgrim o'er mountains and plains Cities and country; through deserts and rain I'm seen as a stranger to great and lost men To the strong and the small — those known and forgotten [Chorus] I still glimpse a city, that city of light Zion, O Zion, let your light shine I may look like a beggar, stooping under pain With shoes worn to nothing and garments torn and stained But this road I have chosen when I knelt at the cross And deemed its reward worth more than all its cost [Chorus] The footsteps I follow are deep and stained with blood The pathway of the thousands who have lived their lives for love They chose to freely give what d**h would cruelly take But their dying grip on faith, no pain could ever shake [Chorus] I still glimpse a city, that city of hope Its light piercing night on a hill all alone There the morning shall dawn at the peak of the climb All pain will be gone, and every tear be dried For my soul will be found when the trumpet resounds And all sorrow shall flee when my Redeemer I see