Sing, Ye Redeemèd of the Lord

Sing

ye re­deem­èd of the Lord

Your great De­liv­er­er sing:

Ye pil­grims bound for Zi­on’s height

Be joy­ful in your King.

See

fair the way His hand hath raised

How ho­ly

and how plain!

Nor shall the simp­lest trav­el­ers err

Nor ask the track in vain.

No rav­en­ing li­on shall de­stroy

Nor lurk­ing ser­pent wound;

But plea­sure

safe­ty

peace and praise

On all the path are found.

A hand di­vine shall lead you on

Along the bliss­ful road;

Till to the sac­red mount you rise

And see your smil­ing God.

There gar­lands of im­mor­tal joy

Shall bloom on ev­ery head

While sor­row

sigh­ing and dis­tress

Like sha­dows all are fled.

March on in your Re­deem­er’s strength

Pursue His foot­steps still;

And let the pros­pect cheer your eye

While climb­ing up the hill.