JOURNEYING ZIONWARD

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 7, 1861

JOURNEYING ZIONWARD.

Come, brethren, let us go; The evening closeth round; 'Tis perilous to linger here On this wild desert ground. Come towards eternity, Press on from strength to strength; Nor dread your journey's toils and length, For good its end shall be.

The body and the house Deck not; but deck the heart With all your powers; we are but guests; Ere long we must depart. Ease brings disease—content, Howe'er his lot may fall, A pilgrim bears, and bows to all, For soon the time is spent.

Come, children, let us go; Our Father is our guide; And when the way grows steep and dark, He journeys at our side. Our spirits he would cheer; The sunshine of his love Revives and helps us as we rove— Ah! blest our lot e'en here.

Come, travel on with joy, For shorter grows the way; The hour that frees us from the flesh, Draws nearer day by day. A little truth and love, A little courage yet, More free from earth, more apt to set Your hopes on things above.

For this all things we dare ('Tis worth the risk, I trow), Renouncing all that clogs our course, Or weighs us down below. Oh! world, thou art too small, We seek another higher, Whither Christ guides us ever nigher, Where God is all in all.