Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Song
Date: 1814
Compiler: Elias Smith
Publisher/Printer: Elias Smith
First Line: Lift up your heads Emmanuel's friends
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Hymn Number: 1
Page Number: 003, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsLift up your heads, Emmanuel's friends,
And taste the pleasures Jesus sends;
Let nothing cause you to delay;
But hasten on the good old way.
CHORUS
For I have sweet hope of glory in my soul;
I have sweet hope of glory in my soul,
I feel, I feel, I feel I'm on my journey home.
Our conflicts here, though great they be,
Shall not prevent our victory;
If we but watch and strive and pray,
Like soldiers in the good old way.
Though satan may his pow'r employ;
Our happiness for to destroy;
Yet never fear, we'll win the day,
And shout and sing the good old way.
Though satan may his pow'r employ;
Our happiness for to destroy;
Yet never fear, we'll win the day,
And shout and sing the good old way.
O good old way, how sweet thou art!
May none of us from thee depart;
But may our actions always say,
We're walking in the good old way.
And when on Pisgah's top we stand,
And view by faith the promis'd land;
Then we will shout, and sing and pray,
And march along the good old way.
Ye valiant souls, for heav'n contend,
Remember life is at the end;
Our God will wipe all tears away,
When we have run the good old way.
Then far beyond this mortal shore,
We'll join with those who're gone before,
And shout to think we've gain'd the day;
By walking in the good old way.