

Hymns of the Eastern Church, by J.M. Neale, [1884], at sacred-texts.com
by S. Joseph of the Studium
O happy band of pilgrims,
   If onward ye will tread
 With Jesus as your Fellow
   To Jesus as your Head!
O happy, if ye labour
   As Jesus did for men:
 O happy, if ye hunger
   As Jesus hunger’d then!
The Cross that Jesus carried
   He carried as your due:
 The Crown that Jesus weareth
   He weareth it for you.
The Faith by which ye see Him,
   The Hope, in which ye yearn,
 The Love that through all troubles
   To Him alone will turn,—
What are they, but vaunt-couriers
   To lead you to His Sight?
 What are they, save the effluence
   Of Uncreated Light?
The trials that beset you,
   The sorrows ye endure,
 The manifold temptations
   That Death alone can cure,—
What are they, but His jewels
   Of right celestial worth?
 What are they but the ladder,
   Set up to Heav’n on earth?
O happy band of pilgrims,
   Look upward to the skies:—
 Where such a light affliction
   Shall win you such a prize!