A pilgrim to the pleasant Land,

Oft hindered on the way,

I keep the path and trust my God--

For strength comes with the day.

Often have foes beset my soul,

Which would my faith betray;

But they have failed to lay me low--

For strength came with the day.

And should worse enemies arise

In pitiless array,

My way is forward, fearing nought--

For strength comes with the day.

When Death, the king of terrors, comes,

To break my tent of clay,

I shall not fear his ruthless arm--

For strength comes with the day.

When I shall stand on Canaan's hills,

In freedom's perfect way,

How sweet will be the joy of praise

For strength with every day!