We’re traveling home to heaven above;

Will you go?

To sing the Saviour’s dying love;

Will you go?

Millions have reached that blest abode,

Anointed kings and priests to God,

And millions more are on the road;

Will you go?

2 We’re going to see the bleeding Lamb;

Will you go?

In rapturous strains to praise his name;

Will you go?

The crown of life we there shall wear,

The conqueror’s palms our hands shall bear,

And all the joys of heaven we’ll share;

Will you go?

3 We’re going to join the heavenly choir;

Will you go?

To raise our voice and tune the lyre;

Will you go?

There saints and angels gladly sing

Hosanna to their God and King,

And make the heavenly arches ring;

Will you go?

4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come;

Will you go?

In the blest house there still is room;

Will you go?

The Lord is waiting to receive,

If thou wilt on him now believe,

He’ll give thy troubled conscience ease;

Come, believe.

5 The way to heaven is straight and plain,

Will you go?

Believe, repent, 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;

Come to me.”

6 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,

With Jesus Christ I mean to dwell,

Let me go! fare you well.