Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate: There, till mercy lets thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. Knock?He knows the sinner's cry; Weep?He loves the mourner's tears; Watch, for saving grace is nigh; Wait, till heavenly light appears. Hark, it is the Bridegroom's voice: ?Welcome, pilgrim to thy rest!? Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and sealed, and bought, and blest Safe, from all the lures of vice; Sealed, by signs the chosen know; Bought by love, and life the price; Blest, the mighty debt to owe. Holy pilgrim, what for thee In a world like this remain? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain; Fear, the hope of Heav'n shall fly; Shame, from glory's view retire; Doubt, in certain rapture die; Pain, in endless bliss expire.