Pilgrims on the way to glory,
With our hearts inclined on things above;
All united sing God’s story,
Bound together by the cords of love.

Bearing fruits of our religion,
Let our daily walk the Christ-Life prove;
Let our walk be pure and holy,
Bound together by the cords of love.

Mansions of pure gold are waiting,
All who in the path of duty move;
They will join the celebrating,
Bound together by the cords of love.

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