Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, bound for Canaan's coast? March you toward Jerusalem, To join the heav'nly host? Pray, wherefore are you smiling, While tears run down your face? We soon shall cease from toiling And reach that heav'nly place. To Canaan's coast we'll hasten, To join the heav'nly throng. Hark! from the banks of Jordan How sweet the pilgrim's song! Their Jesus they are viewing, By faith we see Him too, We smile, and weep, and praise Him, And on our way pursue. Though sinners do despise us, And treat us with disdain, Our former comrades slight us, Esteem us low and mean: No earthly joy can charm us While marching on our way, Our Jesus will defend us In the distressing day. The frowns of old companions We're willing to sustain, And in divine compassion, To pray for them again; For Christ, our loving Saviour, Our Comforter and Friend, Will bless us with His favor, And guide us to the end. With streams of consolation, We're filled as with new wine, We die to transient pleasures, To live to things divine: We sink in holy raptures, While viewing things above; Why glory to my Saviour, My heart is full of love.