The Book of Worship ‎#370

370. How happy is the pilgrim's lot

1 How happy is the pilgrim’s lot,
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 This happiness in part is mine;
Already saved from self design,
From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good--
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.

3 Though I no foot of land possess,
Nor cottage in this wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man:
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.

4 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight--
A city in the skies.

5 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!

9. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet Thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest;
Now let the pilgrim’s journey end,
Now, O my Savior, brother, friend.
Receive me to Thy breast!

Text Information

• First Line: How happy is the pilgrim's lot
• Meter: P. M., 8s & 6s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Prospect of Heaven

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