1 Journeying homeward, we joyously sing,
Eyes looking upward like daisies of spring,
Hearts full of gladness and earnest love,
Trusting the Father who reigneth above.
Marching to Zion, the city of gold,
There in his beauty the King to behold;
Bravely each trial we strive to bear,
Knowing the glory awaiting us there.
2 What tho’ the storm-clouds may threaten and lower?
What tho’ our friends pass away with the hour?
Storms never enter the pearly gates;
Jesus with friendship eternal awaits. [Refrain]
3 Pitfalls are waiting, but Jesus is near;
Cold are the waters, but Jesus will cheer;
So shall we walk in the way he guides,
Sure of the mercy that ever abides. [Refrain]Source: Melodious Sonnets #52