While traveling through the world below, Where sore afflictions come (Sykes)

1 While trav'ling thru the world below,
Where sore afflictions come,
My soul abounds with joy to know
That I will rest at home.

I'll bid farewell to all below,
And to my Savior go.
I'll bid farewell to all below,
And to my Savior go.

2 My soul's delight has been to sing
Of glor'ous days to come,
When I shall, with my God and King,
Forever rest at home.

I'll bid farewell to all below,
And to my Savior go.
I'll bid farewell to all below,
And to my Savior go.

Source: The Sacred Harp: the best collection of sacred songs, hymns, odes, and anthems ever offered the singing public for general use (1991 rev.) #286