1 When Zion's humble pilgrims meet,
Their conversation will be sweet;
Fashion and faults, envy, and pride,
And anxious cares are laid aside.
2 Time is too precious to be spent,
In formal rounds of compliment,
Their eager spirits wish to know,
How Zion flourishes below.
3 They mourn their faults with broken hearts,
Describe the tempter's wiles, and arts,
Then sing how Christ their living head,
Reclaims the lost, and raise the dead.
4 We'll search his word, and tell its pow'r,
How it supports us hour by hour,
Dispel the shades--our souls revive,
And gives us food to eat and live.
5 This food is light, this food is love,
'Tis truth descending from above,
'Tis words of grace from him who reigns
O'er death, and hell, and broke their chains.
6 Truth, what a base on which to build,
Truth is the great foundation seal'd;
The rock unmov'd though Satan raves,
Built here, we'll sing amidst the waves.
7 Then let our spirits joyful sing,
All glory to our conquering King;
For tho' we're dead, and blind and lame,
Thro' him we more that victory gain.
Divine Hymns of Spiritual Songs, 1802