1 Now rest, ye pilgrim host,
Look back upon your way,
The mountains climbed, the torrents crossed,
Through many a weary day.
From this victorious height,
How fair the past appears,
God's grace and glory shining bright
On all the bygone years.
2 How many, at His call,
Have parted from our throng!
They watch us from the crystal wall,
And echo back our song.
They rest, beyond complaints,
Beyond all sighs and tears:
Praise be to God for all His saints
Who wrought in bygone years.
3 The banners they upbore
Our hands still lift on high;
The Lord they followed evermore
To us is also nigh.
Arise, arise, and tread
The future without fears;
He leadeth still Whose hand hath led
Through all the bygone years.
4 When we have reached the home
We seek with weary feet,
Our children's children still shall come
To keep these ranks complete;
And He Whose host is one
Throughout the countless spheres
Will guide His marching servants on
Through everlasting years.
Raymond, Rossiter Worthington, PH.D., was b. in Cincinnati, Ohio, April 27,1840. He graduated at Brooklyn Polytechnic, 1858, and also studied in Germany. He served in the Civil War of 1861-4 with the grade of Captain. Since then he has practised in New York as a consulting mining engineer. He was editor of the American Journal of Mining, and is a contributor to scientific literature. He has also written stories for children, a Paraphrase of Job, and some fugitive poetry. His hymns in common use include:—
1. Far out on the desolate billow. [God everywhere.] Written for the German tune, "Ich weiss nicht was soil es bedeuten," and published in The Plymouth Hymnal, 1894.
2. Morning red, Morning red. [Easter.] Written to the tune"… Go to person page >