Sing, O Ye Ransomed

Verse 1

Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King.

Verse 2

A hand divine shall lead you on, Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your smiling God.

Verse 3

There garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head; While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows, all are fled.

Verse 4

March on in your Redeemer's strength; Pursue His footsteps still; And let the prospect cheer your eye, While laboring up the hill.