Will bless us with his favor and guide us to the end.
With streams of consolation, we’re filled as with new wine,
We die to transient pleasures, and live to things divine,
We sink in holy raptures, while viewing things above,
While, glory to my Savior, my soul is full of love.
This is evidently a marching tune and from the eighteenth century vintage. It occurs also OSH 153, SOC 216, HH 387. ‘Walking on the Levy’ (Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, p. 231) has a similar beginning. Echoes of the text are found in Dett, p. 8:
Good mornin’, brother trav’ler,
Pray tell me where you’re bound,
I’m bound for Canaan’s happy land,
And de enchanted ground.