NEW S ABBATH Tune .

Pilgrims we are, to Canaan bound,
Our journey lies along this road;
This wilderness we travel round
To reach the city of our God.

And here as travellers we meet,
Before we reach the fields above,
To sit around our Master's feet,
And tell the wonders of his love.

Oft have we seen the tempests rise;
The world and Satan, hell and sin;
Like mountains seem'd to reach the skies
With scarce a gleam of hope between.

Yet still, as oft as troubles come,
For Jesus sends some cheering ray,
And that strong arm shall guard us home
Which thus protects us by the way.

A few more days, or months, or years,
In this dark desert to complain,
A few more sighs, a few more tears,
And we shall bid adieu to pain!