p. 1 | THE PILGRIM'S SONG by Annie R. Smith

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Mar 3, 1853

THE PILGRIM'S SONG.

By Annie R. Smith

BY ANNIE R. SMITH.

We are going, we are going, now a lonely Pilgrim Band, To a brighter world of glory—to a fair and happy land; Tho' the path, in which we travel, is a rough and thorny way, It leads to blessed realms above, in one eternal day.

CHORUS.

When the crowns of gold we wear, and the palms of vict'ry bear, In joy shall we forget all the sorrows here we share; Then we'll strike our harps and sing, while our songs of triumph ring, O'er the plains of glory echoing the praises of our King.

We are going, we are going where our trials will be o'er, Where grief and suff'ring enters not, and we shall weep no more; Yes, they tell us there are mansions bright unsullied by distress, An inheritance unfading, which the saints will soon possess.

We are going, we are going where the fields are ever green, Where marks of Time's decaying finger never shall be seen; O, if so much loveliness is here, to deck our earthly home, How beautiful must be that land where blight can never come!

We are going, we are going where no tempests dim the sky, Where everlasting beauty reigns, and pleasures never die; We are going where the Saviour said a place he would prepare, And come again, that we might with him reign for ever there.

We are going, we are going to a City that is near, Behold! to Faith's foreseeing eye its pearly gates appear; And now to earth's allurements will we bid a last adieu, For the prize in heaven treasured, for the faithful and the true.

We are going, we are going to the regions of the blest, Where our toil and care is ended, and the weary are at rest; O, speed on the promised hour, quickly come and claim Thine own— We long to meet, to part no more, around the radiant throne.

Rochester, Feb. 21st, 1855.