Scripture Verse

These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Hebrews 11:13


William W. Gilchrist (1846–1916)

Words: Ros­si­ter W. Ray­mond, 1879, 1893.

Music: The Pil­grim Host Will­iam W. Gil­christ, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Rossiter W. Raymond (1840–1918)


Now rest, ye pil­grim host,
Look back up­on your way,
The mount­ains climbed,
The tor­rents crossed,
Through ma­ny a wea­ry day.
From this vic­to­ri­ous height,
How fair the past ap­pears,
God’s grace and glo­ry shin­ing bright
On all the by­gone years.

How ma­ny, at His call,
Have part­ed from our throng!
They watch us from the crys­tal wall,
And ec­ho back our song.
They rest, be­yond complaints,
Beyond all sighs and tears:
Praise be to God for all His saints
Who wrought in by­gone years.

The ban­ners they up­bore
Our hands still lift on high;
The Lord they fol­lowed ev­er­more
To us is al­so nigh.
Arise, arise and tread the fu­ture
Without fears;
He lead­eth still, whose hand hath led
Through all the by­gone years.

When we have reached the home
We seek with wea­ry feet,
Our child­ren’s child­ren still shall come
To keep those ranks com­plete;
And He, whose host is one
Throughout the count­less spheres,
Will guide His march­ing ser­vants on
Through ev­er­last­ing years.