Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part

1 Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part;
Since we are all bound up in heart,
No length of days, no distant place,
Can ever break these bands of grace.

2 Parting with joy, we'll join to sing
The wonders of our bleeding King;
Our distant bodies may remove,
But nothing shall divide our love.

3 In vain may earth and hell combine
To quench that love which is divine;
It will not cease with dying breath,
Nor cool, when we are cold in death.

4 And now, in love with Jesus' name;
Let bodies part and spread his fame,
That other souls may learn their woe,
And share with us in glory too.

5 A few more rolling days or years,
Shall bring a periodd to our tears;
Soon we shall reach the blissful shore,
Where parting hours are known no more

6 There shall our souls adore the hand
That led us through this desert land;
Lose all our grief, forget our pains,
And join in everlasting strains.

Source: A New Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, from various authors—some entirely new (3rd Windsor Ed.) #VII