Come, brethren, let us go!
The evening closeth round,
‘Tis perilous to linger here
On this wild desert ground.
Take courage as ye wend
On towards eternity;
From strength to strength your course shall be,
And good at last your end.

We shall not rue our choice,
Though strait our path and steep;
We know that He who called us here
His word shall ever keep.
Then follow, trusting; come,
And let each set his face
Toward yonder fair and blessed place,
Intent to reach our home.

The body and the house
Deck not, but deck the heart
With all your powers; we are but guests.
Ere long we must depart.
Ease brings disease; content
Howe’er his lot may fall,
A pilgrim bears and bows to all,
For soon the time is spent.

Come, children, let us go!
Our Father is our guide;
And when the way grows steep and dark,
He journeys at our side.
Our spirits He would cheer;
The sunshine of His love
Revives and helps us as we rove;
Ah, blest our lot e’en here!

Each hasten bravely on;
Not yet our goal is near;
Look to the fiery pillar oft,
That tells the Lord is here.

Onward your glances send,
Love beckons us, nor think
That they who following chance to sink
Shall miss their journey’s end.

Come, children, let us go!
We travel hand in hand;
Each in his brother finds his joy
In this wild stranger land.
As children let us be,
Nor by the way fall out;
The angels guard us round about,
And help us brotherly.

The strong be quick to raise
The weaker when they fall;
Let love and peace and patience bloom
In ready help for all.
In love yet closer bound,
Each would be least, yet still
On love’s fair path most pure from ill,
Most loving, would be found.

Come, wander on with joy.
For shorter grows the way;
Each rising sun brings on the time
When in the grave we lay
The body down; a while
Have truth and courage yet,
Your hopes above more fully set,
Careless of things more vile.

It will not last for long;
A little farther roam;
It will not last much longer now
Ere we shall reach our home;
There shall we ever rest,
There with our Father dwell,
With all the saints who served Him well.
There truly, deeply blest.

For this all things we dare, —
‘Tis worth the risk, I trow, —
Renouncing all that clogs our course,
Or weighs us down below.
O world, thou art too small;
We seek another, higher.
Whither Christ guides us ever nigher.
Where God is all in all.

Friend of our perfect choice,
Thou Joy of all that live,
Being that know’st not chance or change,
What courage dost Thou give!
All beauty, Lord, we see,
All bliss and life and love,
In Him in whom we live and move,
And we are glad in Thee!

TERSTEEGEN.