Who Are Those Pilgrims


Who are those pilgrims in plain attire,
Trav’ling the King’s highway?
Some wondrous hope must their hearts inspire,
Here they refuse to stay.

Chorus:
They are the jewels of God,
They are the jewels of God;
Rough stones made beautiful,
Rebels made dutiful,
They are the jewels of God.

Torn are their feet from the thorny path,
Still they do not complain;
Cheerfully ever they press their way
Onward the prize to gain. [Chorus

Stones that are precious must polished be,
Well do they understand;
Pilgrims must look not for home and cheer,
While in a hostile land. [Chorus]

“They shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts,”
Cheered by that word are they;
“When I shall make up my jewels” fair,
Brightly to shine for aye. [Chorus]

Thought of his coming so near at hand
Each to new effort stirs;
Thro’ him that loves them right soon shall they
Be more than conquerors. [Chorus]