417    104th     J. Swain
The Pilgrim’s Joy. Isa. 35. 10; 25. 8; Rev. 7. 17

1 To Zion we go, the seat of our King,
  And yet while below we cannot but sing;
  Though few here esteem us, the God we adore
  Has died to redeem us! what could he do more?

2 What Jesus has done to save us from hell;
  What conquests he won, when he himself fell;
  The depths of his sorrow; the heights of his love;
  Can never be known till we sing them above.