417. The Pilgrim's Joy

1 To Zion we go, the seat of our King,
And yet while below we cannot but sing;
Though few here esteem us, the God we adore
Has died to redeem us! what could he do more?

2 What Jesus has done to save us from hell;
What conquests he won, when he himself fell;
The depths of his sorrow; the heights of his love;
Can never be known till we sing them above.

Text Information
First Line: To Zion we go, the seat of our King
Title: The Pilgrim's Joy
Author: Swain
Meter: 104th
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Praise
Copyright: Public Domain
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