How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim’s ear

1. How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim’s ear, As he wanders an exile from home, For he knows that his King from the Heav’n shall appear, To gather all those who overcome.

Chorus : How great a calling, this great high calling, Eye hath not seen its treasures, ear hath not its greatness heard, What God hath stored for pilgrims, nor moth nor rust corroding, There is a lasting Kingdom that shall never be marred.