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Enos E. Dowling Hymnal Collection

Hymn: My loving fellow travelers (FL)

Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book

Date: 1815

Compiler: John Thompson et al

Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace

First Line: My loving fellow travelers

Topic: The Christian Warefare

Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>

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Meter:

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Hymn Number: 126

Page Number: 111, click to see hymnal pages

Lyics

My loving fellow travellers,

Who are for Canaan bound,

Let's raise a song for Jesus,

Make hills and vallies sound;

Tho' troubles do beset us

While in this barren place;

Yet Jesus will be with us,

And keep us by his grace.



Infernal spirits tempt us,

Our souls they would beguile

And worldling persecute us,

At us they mock and smile;

The world would fain allure us

And bring us into thrall.

Yet glory be to Jesus,

Thro' him we'll conquer all.



Since we are so surrounded,

Our numbers seem but few,

Let us unite the closer,

To Jesus still prove true;

The wolf can never harm us,

While in our Shepherd's care,

But if we once be parted,

The wolf will rend and tear.



By love unto our Jesus,

And to our brethren dear,

We'll strengthen one another

And feel each other's care,

Press forward on our journey,

Keep Zion still in view,

In spite of all opposers

The Lord will bring us through.



The faithful do experience,

And that from day to day,

That Jesus is sufficient

For all that watch and pray;

Ye faithful pilgrims, trust him,

He'll keep you to the end;

Tho' men and devils tempt you,

Still Jesus is your friend.





Jesus beholds from heaven,

Your labor and your pain;

Press on, ye valiant soldiers,

The crown you soon shall gain.

Jesus is now in glory,

His soldiers there shall meet,

We shall know one another,

Our joys shall be complete.



Our warfare's nearer over,

Than when we last did meet;

Who next shall leave the army,

To walk the golden street?

No matter which, my brethren,

If Jesus give the call,

If I'm the next poor pilgrim,

With Christ I'll leave you all.



Let's join to sing his praises,

lest we should meet no more,

Till Jesus hands his army,

On Canaan's happy shore;

Sing glory hallelujah,

Sweet Jesus quickly come,

Prepare us for thy glory,

And take thy servant home.