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    COME, let us anew
   Our journey pursue,
    With vigour arise,
And press to our permanent place in the skies.
2      Of heavenly birth,
    Though wandering on earth,
    This is not our place;
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.
3      The Saviour did call,
    We gave up our all;
    And still we forgo
For Jesus’ dear sake our enjoyments below.
4      No longing we find
    For the country behind;
    But onward we move,
And still we are seeking a country above:
5      A country of joy,
    And free from alloy,
    We thither repair:
Our hearts and our treasure already are there.
6      The rougher our way,
    The shorter our stay;
    The tempests that rise
Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88