Weary Pilgrim

1WEARY pilgrim, why this sadness?
Why 'mid sorrow's scenes decline?
The trial strange brings joy and gladness,
For all things shall yet be thine!
Oh, yes, all things shall yet be thine!

2Earth anew, with robe of glory,
Shall rejoice in hill and vale;
And sweetest harpings tell the story
Of the love that could not fail;
Oh, yes, the love that could not fail!

3Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure,
Where joy's gushing songs arise;
Thou shalt have all thy well-stored treasure,
In the New Earth, Paradise:
Yes, in the New Earth, Paradise.

4Weary pilgrim, leave thy sadness,
To Mount Zion thou art Come!
Now swell thy songs of joy and gladness,
And rejoice in thy blest home;
Thine own, and Jesus' heavenly home.