Sing on, ye joyful pilgrims,
Nor think the moments long;
My faith is heav’nward rising
With every tuneful song;
Lo! on the mount of blessing,
The glorious mount, I stand;
And looking over Jordan,
I see the promised land.
Sing on, ye joyful pilgrims,
While here on earth we stay;
Let songs of home and Jesus
Beguile each fleeting day;
Sing on the grand old story
Of His redeeming love,
The everlasting chorus
That fills the realms above.
Sing on, ye joyful pilgrims:
The time will not be long,
Till in our Father’s kingdom
We swell a nobler song,
Where those we love are waiting
To greet us on the shore;
We’ll meet beyond the river,
Where surges roll no more.
Sing on, O blissful music!
With every note you raise,
My heart is filled with rapture,
My soul is lost in praise…
– Fanny J. Crosby (1885)