Good morning, brother pilgrim!
What, bound for Canaan’s coast?
March you towards Jerus’lem
To join the heavn’ly host?
Pray wherefore are you smiling,
While tears run down your face?
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heav’nly place.
To Canaan’s coast we’ll hasten,
To join the heav’nly throng;
Hark, from the banks of Jordan,
How sweet the pilgrim’s song!
Their Jesus they are viewing,
By faith we see him, too,
We smile and weep and praise him,
And on our way pursue.