This is the end of holy pilgrimage; it ends in bliss which knows no end. Crowns of joy will be placed upon the heads of all who follow the Lamb of God, their mourning shall be ended, and they shall rest with him for ever. Happy pilgrims, fain would we all go with you: father, mother, children, and servants, we would all march to the celestial city by the pathway of faith.
Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix’d my hopes upon,
His track I see, and I’ll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King’s highway of holiness,
I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.
Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am:
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.