Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
278b Traveling Pilgrim
Words: The Baltimore Collection, 1801
Music: H. S. Rees, 1850. Alto Anna Blackshear, 1902
Meter: Long Meter Half (8,8)
Farewell, vain world, I’m going home,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
[chorus]
To the land, to the land,
To the land I am bound,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
Sweet angels beckon me away,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
[chorus]
To the land, to the land,
To the land I am bound,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
Sweet angels beckon me away,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.