Come on, companions of our way,
Who travel to eternal day
Through this poor world of night;
Give to the Lord, in noble songs,
The praise that to His name belongs,
As children of the light.
Call'd out of darkness, by His voice,
Be that clear shining path our choice,
Which Christ our captain trod!
Whether with flowers and fragrance crown'd,
Or thorns and thistle interwound,
It leads the soul to God.
Though pilgrims in a vale of woes,
Thick-strown with snares, and throng'd with foes;
Since Jesus journey'd through,
Plant but your steps where his have prest
The ground once curst,--that ground now blest
Is heaven's highway for you.
To heaven, to heaven then march we on,
Go where our conquering Lord hath gone!
Thus where He is, shall we
In joy behold Him face to face,
And, changed by glorifying grace,
Resemble Him we see.
Sacred Poems and Hymns