English poem
HYMN XXXVII. The Pilgrim's Song
by Anonymous
Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey sweetly sing: Sing your Saviour's worthy Praise, Glorious in his Works and Ways!
Ye are trav'ling Home to God, In the Way the Fathers trod: They are happy now, and ye, Soon their Happiness shall see.
O, ye banish'd Seed be glad! Christ our Advocate is made: Us to save, our Flesh assumes, Brother to our Souls becomes.
Shout, ye little Flock, and blest, You on Jesu's Throne shall rest; There your Seat is now prepar'd, There your Kingdom and Reward.
Fear not, Brethren, joyful stand, On the Borders of your Land: Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismay'd go on.
Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below: Only then our Leader be, And we still will follow Thee.