Now let our voices join,

To form one pleasant song:

Ye pilgrims in God’s holy way,

With music pass along!

How straight the path appears,

How open and how fair!

No lurking snares to entrap our feet,

No fierce destroyer there!

But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;

The sun of hope shines on our path,

And dear companions sing.

All glory to His name,

Who drew the shining trace;

To Him who leads the wanderers on,

And cheers them with His grace.

Subdue the nations, Lord!

Teach all their kings Thy ways;

That earth’s full choir the notes may swell,

And heaven resound the praise.