1 We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy,
The home of the happy, the kingdom of love,
Ye wand'rers from God in the broad road of folly,
O say will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus:
Will you go, will you go, will you go, will you go,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
2 In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish
Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove;
Ye heart-burden'd ones, who in misery languish,
O say will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus:
Will you go, will you go, will you go, will you go,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
3 Each saint has a mansion prepar'd and all furnish'd,
Ere from this clay house he is summon'd to move;
Its gates and its towers with glory are burnish'd;
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus:
Will you go, will you go, will you go, will you go,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
4 March on, happy pilgrims, that land is before you,
And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove;
Yes, soon we shall walk o'er the hills of bright glory,
And drink the pure joys of the Eden above.
Chorus:
O yes, we will go, we will go, we will go,
O yes, we will go to the Eden above.