1 Speak often to each other,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And often be your voices
In pure devotion joined.
Though trials may await you,
The crown before you lies;
Take courage, brother pilgrims,
And soon you’ll win the prize. MIM 56.1
2 Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day
When I make up my jewels,
Released from cumbrous clay.
He’ll polish and refine you
From worthless dross and tin,
And to his heavenly kingdom
Will bid you enter in. MIM 56.2
3 On that important morning.
when bursting thunders sound,
And nimble lightnings waving
Shall wing the gloom profound;
Lift up your heads rejoicing,
And clap your joyful hands;
Lo, you’re redeemed forever
From death’s corrupted bands! MIM 56.3