The Pilgrim's Happy Lot

Verse 1

How happy is the pilgrim's lot, How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell,-- He only sojourns here.

Verse 2

No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness; A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below, Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain.

Verse 3

There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there, And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come.

Verse 4

I come, thy servant, Lord, replies; I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest! Now let the pilgrim's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Receive me to thy breast!