1 We are going away, some sweet glad day,
To a fairer land we’re told,
Where a throng awaits at the pearly gates
Of the City’s gleaming gold;
We know not how, we know not when,
We only watch and wait till then,
When Christ shall come, the King of men,
Some sweet glad day,
Some sweet glad day.
2 We are going away, some sweet glad day,
To the loved ones gone before;
With the shining throng, in the Land of Song,
We shall find them all once more;
The friends so dear, we’ve longed for here,
In heav’nly beauty shall appear,
Their welcome greetings we shall hear,
Some sweet glad day,
Some sweet glad day.
3 We are going away, some sweet glad day,
When our earthly race is run
When the shadows fall, and we hear the call,
At the setting of life’s sun;
Then shall we rest among the blest,
With those we know and love the best,
In robes of righteousness be blest,
Some sweet glad day,
Some sweet glad day.