Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Song
Date: 1814
Compiler: Elias Smith
Publisher/Printer: Elias Smith
First Line: Farewell vain world I must begone
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 12
Page Number: 017, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFarewell, vain world, I must begone,
Thou hast no home nor rest for me;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till a better world can see.
Why art thou loth my heart? Ah why,
Dost thou recoil within my breast?
Grieve not but say, -- "Farewell." and fly,
Unto the Ark, thy heav'nly rest.
I come, my Lord, a pilgrim's pace,
Weary and weak I slowly move;
Longing, but cannot reach the place,
The welcome place of rest above.
I come my Lord, the floods arise,
These troubled seas foam nought but mire,
My soul from sin and sorrow flies,
To heaven I languishing aspire.
"Stay, stay," said earth, Ah! Whither haste?
Here's a fair world, what woul'st thou have?
Fair world! Ah! No, thy beauty's past;
An heav'nly Canaan, Lord, I crave.
Thus pilgrims in time's elder day,
Weary of earth, sigh'd after home;
They're gone before, I must not stay,
Till I with them to Zion come.
Put on my soul, put on with speed;
Though long the way, the end is sweet
Once more vain world, farewell indeed!
In leaving thee, my Lord I meet.