The Heavenly Journey

Take thy staff

O pil­grim!

Haste thee on thy way;

Let the mor­row find thee

Farther than to­day.

If thou seek the ci­ty

Of the gold­en street

Pause not on thy path­way

Rest not wea­ry feet.

In the heav’n­ly jour­ney

Press with zeal along—

Resting will but wea­ry

Running make thee strong.

Wings that ea­gles car­ry

Bear them in their flight;

So thy bur­den bears thee—

Surely then ’tis light!

Haste

it hath been told thee—

All things are thine own;

Pass the pear­ly por­tals

Stand be­fore the throne.

Here thy jour­ney end­eth

Here thy staff lay down

Enter here thy man­sion

Here re­ceive thy crown!