The Pilgrim's Song.

CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, As ye journey sweetly Sing; Sing your Savior's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways!

Ye are trav'ling home to God, In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see.

Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land: Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you joyfully come on.

Lord, obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below! Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee.