1 Heav'nward still our pathway tends;
Here on earth we are but strangers,
Till our road in Canaan ends,
Safely passed this wild of dangers;
Here we but as pilgrims rove,
For our home is there above.
2 Heav'nward still, my soul, ascend!
Thou art one of heaven's creations;
Earth can ne'er give aim or end
Fit to fill thy aspirations;
And a heaven-enlightened mind
Ever turns, its source to find.
3 Heav'nward still! God calls to me
In His Word, so loudly speaking;
Glimpses in that Word I see
Of the home I'm ever seeking:
While my heart that call attends,
Still to heaven my path ascends.
4 Heav'nward! this I always think
When He spreads for me His table,
And I taste the meat and drink
That with heavenly strength enable;
After earth's oft bitter bread
There His marriage feast is spread.
5 Heav'nward! far beyond the skies
Faith my portion's joys is counting
Till my heart doth upward rise
Sun and moon and stars surmounting.
All their light cannot compare
With the splendent glory there.
6 Heav'nward still when life shall close,
Death to my true home shall guide me:
Then, triumphant to my woes,
Lasting bliss shall God provide me:
Christ Himself the way has led;
Joyful in His steps I tread.
7 Heav'nward! Heav'nward! this my song.
This my watchword oft repeated.
Here for heaven I fondly long,
Vain delusions all defeated.
Heav'nward all my thoughts ascend
Till in heaven my path shall end.
Source: Wartburg Hymnal: for church, school and home #362