CHILDREN of the heavenly king, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways.

We are traveling home to God In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and we soon their happiness shall see.

Sing, ye little flock and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward.

Lift your eyes, ye sons of light; Zion's city is in sight; There our endless home shall be, There our Lord we soon shall see.

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand On the borders of your land; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids, you undismay'd go on.

Lord, obediently we go, Gladly leaving all below: Only Thou our Leader be, And we still will follow Thee.