O How Blest to Be a Pilgrim

O how blest to be a pil­grim

Guided by the Fa­ther’s hand;

Free at last from ev­ery bur­den

We shall en­ter Ca­naan’s land.

Songs of vic­t’ry there shall greet us

Like the thun­der­ing of a migh­ty flood

Endless prais­es be to Je­sus

Who re­deemed us by His blood!

On this side of Jor­dan’s riv­er

Sighs too deep for words are known

But we look for bright to­mor­rows

In Je­ru­sa­lem our home.

There no clouds of dark­ness ga­ther

Neither sor­row

tears

nor woe

Nothing harm­ful e’er shall en­ter

Sin and pain we will not know.

Here from loved ones we are part­ed

Earthly sor­rows nev­er cease

But with­in that glo­ri­ous ci­ty

We shall meet again in peace.

O may none give up the jour­ney

Left in dark­ness on the shore

May we all at last be ga­thered

When our pil­grim­age is o’er.