No. 113 Pilgrim’s Song, Rev 369
Heptatonic mixolydian, mode 1 A + b (I II III IV V VI 7)
Oh, brethren I have found a land that doth abound
With fruit as sweet as honey;
The more I eat, I find, the more I am inclined
To shout and sing hosanna.
And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian’s song,
I’m going to live forever.
My soul doth long to go where I may fully know
The glories of my Savior;
Perhaps you think me wild, or simple as a child;
I am a child of glory;
I am born from above, my soul is filled with love;
I love to tell the story.
My soul now sits and sings, and practices her wings,
And contemplates the hour
When the messenger shall say: “Come quit this house of clay,
And with bright angels tower.”
The tune is a variant of ‘The Winter it is Past’, Petrie, No. 439.