Come on, my partners in distress,
My comrades in the wilderness,
Who groan beneath your chains!
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To yon celestial plains.

Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that heav'nly place,
Which mortals never trod;
On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise,
Work out your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.

If, like our Lord, we suffer here,
We shall before his face appear,
And at his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
For all, who to the end endure,
Shall wear a glorious crown.

Thrice bless'd, exalted, blissful hope!
It lifts our fainting spirits up,
It brings to life the dead;
Our bondage here will soon be past,
Then we shall rise and reign at last,
Triumphant with our Head.