Pilgrims on the way to glory, With our hearts inclined on things above; All united sing God's story, Bound together by the cords of love. Bearing fruits of our religion, Let our daily walk the Christ-life prove; Let our walk be pure and holy, Bound together by the cords of love. Mansions of pure gold are waiting, All who in the path of duty move; They will join the celebrating, Bound together by the cords of love.