O happy band of pilgrims,If onward you will tread,With Jesus as your Fellow,To Jesus as your Head.
O happy if you labor,As Jesus did for men;O happy if you hungerAs Jesus hungered then.
The cross that Jesus carriedHe carried as your due;The crown that Jesus wearethHe weareth it for you.
The faith by which you see Him,The hope in which you yearn,The love that through all troublesTo Him alone will turn.
What are they but forerunnersTo lead you to His sight?What are they save the effluenceOf uncreated Light?
The trials that beset you,The sorrows you endure,The manifold temptationsThat death alone can cure.
What are they but His jewelsOf right celestial worth?What are they but the ladderSet up to heaven on earth?
O happy band of pilgrims,Look upward to the skies,Where such a light afflictionShall win you such a prize.
To Father, Son, and Spirit,The God Whom we adore,Be loftiest praises given,Now and for evermore.