1 Tell us, O women, we would know
Whither so fast ye move?
We, call'd to leave this world below,
Are seeking one above.
2 Whence came ye, say, and what the place
That ye are trav'ling from?
From tribulation, we, thro' grace,
Are now returning home.
3 Is not your native dwelling here,
Like you not this abode?
We seek a better country far,
A city built by God.
4 Thither we travel, nor intend
Short of that bliss to rest;
Nor we, 'till in the sinner's friend,
Our wearied souls are blest.
5 Friends of the bridegroom we shall reign,
Saviour we ask no more;
Hail Lamb of God for sinners slain
Whom Heav'n and earth adore.
Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #157