Lone pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh

1Lone pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh— Thy Jesus lives, and thou shalt die! Have loved ones gone, does earth look drear? Look up! shed not that bitter tear.

2What though the heart is saddened now, And shadows cross thy troubled brow, And grief the bosom heaving still— Look up! submit to Heaven's will.

3Do trials, unexpected, rise? Look up! and view the glorious prize; Let not life's sorrows press you down— Look up! for thou shalt wear the crown.

4Lift up your head, rejoice and sing— Look up! by faith behold your King; He soon is coming, heed his call— Look up! and make your troubles small.

5He'll come, all troubles here to end; He'll come, a never-failing friend; He'll come to take his children home— Look up! and pray, Lord, quickly come.