Dismission

Now let our voices join

To raise a sacred song;

Ye pilgrims! in Jehovah's ways,

With music pass along.

See--flowers of paradise,

In rich profusion, spring;

The sun of glory gilds the path,

And dear companions sing.

See--Salem's golden spires,

In beauteous prospect, rise;

And brighter crowns than mortals wear,

Which sparkle through the skies.

All honor to his name,

Who marks the shining way,--

To him who leads the pilgrims on

To realms of endless day.