1 Lo! we are journeying home to God,
Bid by the Spirit come;
And in the Way his Children trod,
We seek our Father's Home.
2 We walk a narrow Path and rough,
And we are tired and weak;
And we shall soon have Rest enough,
In those bless'd Courts we seek.
3 Nigh to the Country we appear,
Stor'd with eternal Bliss;
We know we quickly shall be there,
In Sight our City is.
4 Upon Mount Zion's distant Top,
A Lamb our Eyes behold;
'Tis Jesus, look ye Children up,
He calls us to his Fold.
5 We see him with his Raiment red,
As tho' besmear'd with Blood,
As newly slain he stands; he bled,
Us to redeem to God.
6 About him clad with snowy Vests,
Appears a countless Throng;
These are his Saints, his Kings, his Priests,
Who sing th' eternal Song.
7 How blest, how more than happy these,
Who thus their Lord attend;
We, Brethren, in their Hosts shall praise,
We soon shall there ascend.
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First Line: | Lo! we are journeying home to God |
Title: | Christians rejoicing in Hope and Glory of God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |