I thought this would be easy, since my grandmother sang a version of the song. Haven't found it yet.
"Pilgrim," Southern harmony no. 150, has the idea but in much extended form. Here are two verses:

We have a howling wilderness,
To Canaan's happy shore,
A land of dearth, and pits, and snares,
Where chilling winds do roar.
But Jesus will be with us,
And guard us by the way;
Though enemies examine us,
He'll teach us what to say.

The pleasant fields of paradise,
So glorious to behold,
The valleys clad in living green,
The mountains paved with gold;
The trees of life with heavenly fruit,
Behold how rich they stand,
Blow, gentle gales, and bear my soul
To Canaan's happy land.

http://www.ccel.org/s/southern_harmony/sharm/sharm/hymn/t=Pilgrim.html
Pilgrim