We walk the earth as pilgrims,
For here is not our rest,
Our home is that condition
Where peace hath made men blest,—
The kingdom of the Spirit
Where Life hath conquered sin,
Where Light dispels the evil,
And Love makes all men kin.
We have passed through the waters
The floods of whelming fear,
And all our old task-masters
Pursued but came not near;
Though Marah's pools were bitter
The waters were made sweet,
And when we failed for hunger
From heaven hath fallen meat.
The desert may be pathless.
We have the cloud in sight;
Though nights be drear and starless,
We have the guiding light;
The Christ-hope is unfailing,
Christ-love makes us aspire
To find with Him, in Spirit,
The land of our desire.
