Were Traveling Home To Heaven Above


We’re travelling home to Heaven above,
Will you go?
To sing the Saviour’s dying love,
Will you go?
Millions have reached that blissful shore,
Their trials and their labours o’er,
And yet there’s room for millions more,
Will you go?

We’re going to see the bleeding Lamb,
Will you go?
In rapturous songs to praise his name,
Will you go?
Our sun will then no more go down,
Our moon no more will be withdrawn,
Our days of mourning ever gone,
Will you go?

The way to Heaven is straight and plain,
Will you go?
Repent, believe, be born again,
Will you go?
The Saviour cries aloud to thee:
Take up thy cross and follow me,
And thou shalt my salvation see,
Will you go?

O could I hear some sinner say:
I will go!
I’ll start this moment, clear the way,
Let me go!
My old companions, fare you well,
I will not go with you to Hell,
I mean with Jesus Christ to dwell,
I will go!