Children of the heavenly King,
as ye journey, sweetly sing;
sing your Savior'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.
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 undismayed go on.
Lord, obediently we go,
gladly leaving all below;
only thou our Leader be;
and we will still follow thee.