A Pilgrim's Warning

All you chosen souls of England
That strive for lands of peace
Let us take a while and think upon
All the dangers of the seas
Hear me saints and strangers
And I will plainly show
That he's our home forevermore
On the journey we will go

There'll be winter storms and tempests
Each pilgrim endure
Both day and night with many a fight
We seldom rest secure
Our sleep each night will suffer
With visions strange to know
And in our dreams we'll ride the stream
On the journey we will go

We'll hear those people sighing
For the land they hope to find
Hear their voices calling
For the morning sun to rise
Hear them from the wilderness
Of a thousand miles away
Hear these words of warning
In the dying of the day

There'll be loud and roaring thunder
Which darkness doesn't force
We'll often find our ship to stray
Beyond our wanted course
It causes great distractions
And sinks our hearts
Not in vain we'll long complain
On the journey we will go

We'll hear those people sighing
For the land they hope to find
Hear their voices calling
For the morning sun to rise
Hear them from the wilderness
Of a thousand miles away
Hear these words of warning
In the dying of the day

There'll be dark and endless shadows
Raging night and day
And every man expecting
This cruel sea to be his grave
And down again we'll fall to pray
With our voices true and strong
Refuge falls invisible
We'll lift each man along

We'll hear those people sighing
For the lands they hope to find
Hear their voices calling
For the morning sun to rise
Hear them from the wilderness
Of a thousand miles away
Hear these words of warning
At the dying of the day
At the dying of the day