The Pilgrim Song

1 Awhile o’er earth’s mountains we’re roaming,
Thro’ valleys adorned with green;
Sometimes there are shadows and darkness,
But often the golden sheen.
Each cloud has a silver-bright lining,
The gloom cannot last alway;
And soon will come happy tomorrow,
Unfolding the perfect day;
And soon will come happy tomorrow,
Unfolding the perfect day.

Refrain:
Good morning, good morning,
We’ll say to each other in glory,
Good morning, good morning,
We’ll say in the Home Land above.

2 We traverse the land and the ocean,
With burdens oft hard to bear,
And trusting the hand of our Father,
We rest in His loving care.
Thro’ winter and summer we journey,
His mercies attend our way;
Yet often we long for the morrow,
That heralds the perfect day;
Yet often we long for the morrow,
That heralds the perfect day. [Refrain]

3 As pilgrims we travel earth’s highways,
In paths that the Master trod;
His presence, so tender and loving;
Gives light from the throne of God.
Then may we be joyful abiding
In Jesus our strength and stay;
Whenever He wills it the morrow
Shall bring in the perfect day;
Whenever He wills it the morrow
Shall bring in the perfect day. [Refrain]

Source: Songs of the Kingdom: prepared for the use of young people's societies and adapter for prayer meetings, Sunday schools and the home #20

• MIDI file from Songs of the Kingdom: prepared for the use of young people's societies and adapter for prayer meetings, Sunday schools and the home #20