Now let our voices join
To form one pleasant song
Ye pilgrims in Jehovah’s ways
With music pass along.
How straight the path appears
How open
and how fair!
No lurking sins t’entrap our feet
No fierce destroyer there.
But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of Glory gilds the path
And dear companions sing.
See Salem’s golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear
Which sparkle through the skies.
All honor to His name
Who drew the shining trace
To Him
who leads the wanderers on
And cheers them with His grace.
Reduce the nations
Lord
Teach all their kings Thy ways
That earth’s full choir the notes may swell
And Heav’n resound the praise.
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