Now Rest, Ye Pilgrim Host

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.

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.

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.

When we have reached the home

We seek with wea­ry feet

Our child­ren’s child­ren still shall come

To keep those ranks com­plete;

And He

whose host is one

Throughout the count­less spheres

Will guide His march­ing serv­ants on

Through ev­er­last­ing years.