O pilgrim on your way to God
Don’ care about hunger or thirst
The Living Bread is your food
Living water quencher your thirst.
O Pilgrim forget the past
And walk in the narrow path
And if sufferings come across
Remember Jesus on the cross.
The trumpet very soon will sound
With great joy no place o frown
A big feast above the clouds
Who’s read receives a crown
He’s been preparing your place
Bus thinking long for you sake
He longs to grant you His grace
O what joy if you are a wake.
O church of Christ our Lord
Among hardships you’ve been born
Never fear danger nor sword
The Almighty calms all storms.
