1 Dark thro' the desert our pilgrim path is lying;
Danger and death hover dimly o'er our way;
Hoarsely the tempest but mocks our feeble crying,
Weary we wander and wish for the day.

Chorus:
Look! pilgrim, look! the morning light is breaking!
Shout! for the perils of the gloomy night are pass!
Joy! for the shining ones to welcome thee are waiting.
Enter thy father's house,--at rest, at home, at last!
Enter thy father's house!--at rest, at home, at last!

2 Home of the weary, we wanderers would hail thee,
Catching the gleam of thy shining dome afar;
City of Peace! no tempest can assail thee.
Light never waning! no shadows can mar. [Chorus]

3 Robes of ransomed! our eyes have caught your lustre,
Songs of the sinless! your echoes reach our ear!
Garlands of lilies on purest foreheads cluster;
Eyes beam with gladness unsullied by a tear [Chorus]

4 Saviour Divine! to Thee our joys are oweing!
Thanks be to God! for the victory is won!
Past is the peril, and thankful hearts o'erflowing,
Join the glad choral, for heaven is begun! [Chorus]