O happy band of pilgrims,

If onward ye will tread

With Jesus as your fellow

To Jesus as your head!

O happy if ye labour

As Jesus did for men!

O happy if ye hunger

As Jesus hungered then!

The cross that Jesus carried,

He carried as your due:

The crown that Jesus weareth,

He weareth it for you.

The faith by which ye see him,

The hope in which ye yearn,

The love that through all troubles

To him alone will turn;

The trials that beset you,

The sorrows ye endure,

The manifold temptations

That death alone can cure;

What are they but his jewels,

Of right celestial worth?

What are they but the ladder

Set up to heaven on earth?

O happy band of pilgrims,

Look upward to the skies,

Where such a light affliction

Shall win so great a prize!

To Father, Son, and Spirit,

The God whom we adore,

Be loftiest praises given,

Now and for evermore.

Amen.