Of all that travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, e'en us abide,
Who would on Thee alone rely ;
On Thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place ;
But hasten through the vale of woe,
And, restless to behold Thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above, [borne,
3 Through Thee, who all our sins hast
Freely and graciously forgiven,
With songs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heaven;
That palace of our glorious King,
We find it nearer while we sing.
4 Raised by the breath of love divine,
We urge our way with strength
renewed,
The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God ;
With joy upon oar heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.