Were Bound For The Land Of The Pure And


WE’RE bound for the land of the pure and the holy;
The home of the happy, the Kingdom of love;
Ye wanderers from God in the broad road of folly
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Refrain:
Will you go? Will you go?
Will you go? Will you go?
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish
Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove
Ye heart-burdened ones, who in misery languish,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Each saint has a mansion, prepared and all furnished,
Ere from this small house he is summoned to move;
Its gates and its towers with glory are burnished;
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

March on, happy soldiers, the land is before you,
And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove
Yes, soon we’ll be massed on the hills of bright Glory,
And drink the pure joys of the Eden above.

Refrain:
We will go! We will go!
We will go! We will go!
O yes, we will go to the Eden above!