1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliv’rer sing;
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King. MIM 62.1
2 See the fair way his hand hath raised;
How holy, and how plain!
Nor shall the simplest trav’llers err,
Nor ask the track in vain. MIM 62.2
3 No ravening lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Through all the path are found. MIM 62.3
4 A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God. MIM 62.4
5 There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress
Like shadows all are fled. MIM 62.5