Leader of faith­ful souls, and guide
Of all who tra­vel to the sky,
Come, and with us, ev­en us, abide,
Who would on Thee alone re­ly;
On Thee alone our spi­rits stay
While held in life’s un­ev­en sway.

We’ve no abid­ing ci­ty here,
But seek a ci­ty out of sight;
Thither our stea­dy course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light,
Jerusalem, the saints’ abode,
Whose found­er is the liv­ing God.

Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne,
Freely and gra­cious­ly for­giv­en,
With songs to Zi­on we re­turn,
Contending for our na­tive hea­ven,
That pa­lace of our glo­ri­ous King,
We find it near­er while we sing.

Raised by the breath of love di­vine,
We urge our way with strength re­newed,
The Church of the first-born to join,
We tra­vel to the mount of God;
With joy up­on our heads arise,
And meet our cap­tain in the skies.