Classic Poem

1. Come all ye mourning pilgrims dear, Who're bound for Canaan's land;
Take courage and fight valiantly, Stand fast with sword in hand!
Our Captain's gone before us, Our Father's only son;
Then pilgrims dear, pray do not fear, But let us follow on.

2. We have a howling wilderness
To Canaan's happy shore,
A land of drought, and pits, and snares,
While chilling winds do roar,
But Jesus will be with us
And guard us by the way;
Though enemies examine us,
He'll teach us what to say.

3. The pleasant fields of Paradise
Are glorious to behold;
The vales are clad in living green,
The city paved with gold,
The trees of life with heavenly fruit
Behold how rich they stand!
Blow, gentle gales, and bear my soul
Away to Canaan's land!

4. Already to my raptured sight
The blissful fields arise,
And plenty spreads her smiling stores
Inviting to my eyes.
O sweet abode of endless rest,
I soon shall travel there;
Nor earth, nor all her empty joys
Shall long detain me here.