1 Come, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
With vigour arise,
And press to our permanent place in the skies:
Of heavenly birth,
Tho' wand'irng on earth,
This is not our place,
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.
2 At Jesus' call,
We give up our All;
And still we forego,
For Jesus's sake, our enjoyment below:
No longing we find
For the country behind;
But onward we move,
And still we are seeking a country above.
3 A country of joy
Without any alloy,
We thither repair,
Our heart and our treasure already are there.
We march hand in hand
To Immanuel's land;
No matter what cheer
We meet with on earth, for eternity's near!
4 The rougher our way,
The shorter our stay;
The tempests that rise
Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies:
The fiercer the blast,
The sooner 'tis past;
The troubles that come,
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.
Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #CLXXXVIII
First Line: | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, With vigor arise |
Title: | The Pilgrimage |
Author: | Charles Wesley |
Meter: | 10.5.11.10.5.11 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |