1. Since I began to serve the Lord,
And to love His blessed word,
A child of heav’n I’ve tried to be,
This world has been no friend to me.
Chorus:
Although a pilgrim here below,
Where dangers are and sorrows grow,
I have a home in heav’n above,
I’m going there, I’m going there.
2. And often when I would do good,
And keep the promise as I should,
I miss the way, and coming short,
It makes me mourn and grieves my heart. [Chorus]
3. Sometimes at best I hardly know
Just what to do or where to go,
And when I sing or try to pray,
My Savior seems so far away. [Chorus]
4. And then I wait, it is not long
Before He comes in pray'r and song,
And when He speaks, O blessed voice,
It always makes my heart rejoice. [Chorus]
5. When trials press upon my soul,
And pierce my heart with grief untold,
I look away to mansions fair,
And often wish that I was there. [Chorus]
6. My friends and kindred who have gone,
Are now among that heav’nly throng,
Far, far above this world of tears,
Its changing scenes and rolling years. [Chorus]
Source: Soul Echoes: a collection of songs for religious meetings (No. 2) #44