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,

Will you go, will you go,

O say, will you go to the Eden above?

2 In that blesséd land neither sighing nor anguish

Can breathe in the fields where the glorified move.

Ye heart-burdened ones, who in misery languish,

O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Will you go, etc.

3 Nor fraud, nor deceit, nor the hand of oppression,

Can injure the dwellers in that holy grove;

No wickedness there, not a shade of transgression:

O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Will you go, etc.

4 Each saint has a mansion, prepared and all furnished,

Ere from this clay house he is summoned to move;

Its gates and its towers with glory are burnished,

O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Will you go, etc.

5 March on, happy pilgrims, that land is before you,

And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove;

Yes, soon we shall walk o’er the hills of bright glory,

And drink the pure joys of the Eden above.

We will go, we will go;

O yes, we will go to the Eden above.

6 And yet, guilty sinner, we would not forsake thee,

We halt yet a moment as onward we move;

O come to thy Lord, in his arms he will take thee,

And bear thee along to the Eden above.

Will you go, will you go,

O say, will you go to the Eden above?