Text: | The Pilgrim's Joy |
Author: | Swain |
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.
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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 |