Come on, my partners in distress,

My comrades in the wilderness,

Who feel your sorrows still;

A while forget your griefs and fears

And look beyond this vale of tears

To that celestial hill.

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space,

Look forward to that heavenly place,

The saint’s secure abode;

On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise,

And force your passage to the skies,

And scale the mount of God.

3 Who suffer with our Master here,

Shall there before his face appear,

And by his side sit down:

To patient faith the prize is sure;

And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.