The Pilgrim's Lot. 1 How happy is the pilgrim's lot, I am bound for the land of Canaan, 2 Nothing on earth I call my own, 3 I trample on the whole delight, I am bound for the land of Canaan, 4 There is my house and portion fair, 5 For me my elder brethren stay, I am bound for the land of Canaan, 60 4 Invitation. 1. { We're trav'ling home to Heav'n above-Will you Will you blest abode, Anoint-ed kings and priests to God. D. C. A 2 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb,-Will you go? In rapturous strains to praise his name,-Will you go? The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we'll share,-Will you go? 3 We're going to join the Heavenly Choir,-Will you go? To raise our voice and tune the lyre,-Will you go? There saints and angels gladly sing, Hosanna to their God and King, And make the heavenly arches ring,-Will you go? Ye weary, heavy laden, come, -Will you go? If thou wilt on him now believe, He'll give thy troubled conscience ease,-Come believe! 5 The way to Heaven is free for all-Will you go? With every sin and idol part, And now for glory, make a start,—Come away! 6 The way to Heaven is strait and plain,—Will you go? The Savior cries aloud to thee, "Take up thy cross and follow me," And thou shalt my salvation see,-Come to me! 7 O, could I hear some sinner say,—I will go? My old companions, fare you well, I will not go with you to hell, I mean with Jesus Christ to dwell,-Let me go! Fare you [6] Swell. |