Weary Pilgrim
 
1. Weary pilgrim, why this sadness?
Why mid sorrow's scenes decline?
Changing now to joy and gladness, 
For all things shall yet be thine! 
 
2. Earth anew, with robe of glory, 
Shall rejoice in hill and vale;
Sweetest harpings tell the story 
Of the love that could not fail! 
 
3. Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure, 
Where joys gushing songs arise;
Thou shalt have thy well-stor'd treasure, 
In the New Earth, Paradise.