Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#451

451. How happy is the pilgrim's lot

1 How happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confin'd to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 Though I no foot of land possess,
Nor cottage in this wilderness,
A poor way-faring man,
I lodge a while in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.

3 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

4 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure, and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!

5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come, to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

Text Information

• First Line: How happy is the pilgrim's lot
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Scripture:
  Hebrews 11:13
  ;
  Hebrews 13:14
• Topic: Christian experience: A pilgrimage; The Christian Pilgrim seeking a better Country

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