Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: While pilgrims on our journey here
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: William Baxter
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: DLM
Tune: Neal
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 229, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhile pilgrims on our journey here,
We oft may faint and weary be,
But soon our longing, waiting eyes,
The city that we seek shall see.
There mansions bright are waiting, where
We all may rest, when we get there;
When we get there, when we get there!
How sweet our rest, when we get there.
A desert wide before us lies,
But when its barren sands are passed,
Beyond the Jordan we shall see
The Canaan that we love, at last.
Its fields of fade-less green, its flowers,
If faithful, shall at last be ours;
When we get there, when we get there!
How sweet our rest, when we get there.
Here we must bear the cross, and in
The path our Master trod, pursue,
And 'mid reproach and shame still keep
His bright example in our view.
When we get there we shall lay down
The cross, and wear a glorious crown;
When we get there, when we get there!
How bright our crown, when we get there.