1 Now let our voices join,
To form one pleasant song,
Ye pilgrims in Jehovah’s ways,
With music pass along.

2 How straight the path appears,
How open, and how fair!
No lurking sins t’entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.

3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of Glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

4 See Salem’s golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle thro’ the skies.

5 All honor to His name,
Who drew the shining trace,
To Him, who leads the wanderers on,
And cheers them with His grace.

6 Reduce the nations, Lord,
Teach all their kings Thy ways,
That earth’s full choir the notes may swell,
And Heav’n resound the praise.