By A Collection of Hymns

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      1 COME, let us anew
      Our journey pursue,
      With vigour arise,
      And press to our permanent place in the skies.
      Of heavenly birth,
      Though wandering on earth,
      This is not our place;
      But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.

      2 At Jesus's call,
      We gave up our all;
      And still we forego
      For Jesus's sake our enjoyments below.
      No longing we find
      For the country behind;
      But onward we move,
      And still we are seeking a country above:

      3 A country of joy,
      Without any alloy,
      We thither repair:
      Our hearts and our treasure already are there.
      We march hand in hand
      To Immanuel's land:
      No matter what cheer
      We meet with on earth; for eternity's near.

      4 The rougher our way,
      The shorter our stay;
      The tempests that rise
      Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies,
      The fiercer the blast,
      The sooner 'tis past;
      The troubles that come,
      Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.