Here we are but stray­ing pil­grims;
Here our path is oft­en dim;
But to cheer us on our jour­ney,
Still we sing this way­side hymn:

Refrain

Yonder over the roll­ing ri­ver,
Where the shin­ing man­sions rise,
Soon will be our home for ev­er,
And the smile of the bless­èd Giv­er
Gladdens all our long­ing eyes.

Here our feet are oft­en weary
On the hills that throng our way;
Here the tem­pest dark­ly ga­thers,
But our hearts with­in us say:

Refrain

Here our souls are oft­en fear­ful
Of the pil­grim’s lurk­ing foe;
But the Lord is our de­fend­er,
And He tells us we may know:

Refrain