The Pilgrim’s Joy. Isa. 35. 10; 25. 8; Rev. 7. 17

J. Swain             104th

To Zion we go, the seat of our King,
And yet while below we cannot but sing;
Though few here esteem us, the God we adore
Has died to redeem us! what could he do more?

What Jesus has done to save us from hell;
What conquests he won, when he himself fell;
The depths of his sorrow; the heights of his love;
Can never be known till we sing them above.

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