To see a Pilgrim as he dies,
With glory in his view;
To heav’n he lifts his longing eyes,
And bids the world adieu.
While friends are weeping all around,
And loath to let him go;
He shouts with his expiring breath,
And leaves them all below.
O Christians, are you ready now,
To cross the rolling flood;
On Canaan’s happy shore to stand,
And see your smiling God.
The dazzling charms of that bright world,
Attract my soul above;
My tongue shall shout redeeming grace,
When perfected in love.