Pilgrim, bur­dened with thy sin,
Come the way to Zi­on’s gate:
There, till mer­cy lets thee in,
Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait.
Knock—He knows the sin­ner’s cry;
Weep—He loves the mourn­er’s tears;
Watch, for sav­ing grace is nigh;
Wait, till hea­ven­ly light ap­pears.

Hark, it is the Bride­groom’s voice:
Welcome, pil­grim to thy rest!
Now with­in the gate rejoice,
Safe, and sealed, and bought, and blest
Safe, from all the lures of vice;
Sealed, by signs the chos­en know;
Bought by love, and life the price;
Blest, the migh­ty debt to owe.

Holy pil­grim, what for thee
In a world like this re­main?
From thy guard­ed breast shall flee
Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain;
Fear, the hope of Heav’n shall fly;
Shame, from glo­ry’s view re­tire;
Doubt, in cer­tain rap­ture die;
Pain, in end­less bliss ex­pire.