354.
The Pilgrim's Song.
1
Sons of sorrow and care,
All pilgrims we are,
Pressing onward, and bound to the Canaan afar;
The sunshine and rain,
Both trouble and pain,
We must cheerfully bear, the crown to obtain.
2
Come, let us rejoice,
With our heart and our voice,
Our master is God! and his service our choice;
His image we bear,
His Spirit we share,
And with gladness like ours, no joy can compare.
3
In our paths to and fro,
Wherever we go,
To his cloud, and his pillar, our safety we owe;
But the gift, not denied,
Which exceeds all beside,
Is the gift of his Son, who on Calvary died!
4
When from earth we remove,
The fruit of his love!
We shall dwell evermore in the mansions above!
This inheritance pure,
This portion is sure,
Which, when suns pass away, with himself shall endure.
5
With Immanuel our friend,
While before him we bend,
We shall, with the angels, eternity spend!
In those regions of praise,
New songs we shall raise,
To the Lamb that was slain, and the Ancient of Days!
