LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide Of all who travel to the sky, Come, and with us, e’en us abide, Who would on Thee alone rely; On Thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life’s uneven way.
Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth, we know, is not our place; We hasten through this vale of woe, And, restless to behold Thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above.
We’ve no abiding city here, But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints’ abode, Whose founder is the living God.
Raised by the breath of love divine, We tread the way the saints have trod; The Church of the first-born to join, We travel to the mount of God; With joy upon our heads, arise And meet our Captain in the skies.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88