We Are Traveling On To The City Of The B

We are trav’ling on to the City of the blest,
Where the tried and faithful dwell;
We are trav’ling on to a happy vale of rest,
Where we meet no more to say farewell.

Trav’ling on, we’re trav’ling on,
To a home we long to share;
O the mighty choral song,
Of a pure and holy throng,
When we hail our blessed Savior there!

We are trav’ling on and whatever may betide,
We will trust our Savior’s love;
We will lift our eyes where the peaceful waters glide
In the home that waits for us above. [Chorus]

Thro’ the toils of earth if we follow his command,
Tho’ the clouds and storms descend,
He will keep us all in the hollow of his hand,
And will bring us safely to the end. [Chorus]

We are trav’ling on to a realm of perfect day,
To a world of summer flow’rs,
Where the night is o’er and the shadows fly away,
And a robe and crown will then be ours. [Chorus]