1 There’s a way that leads to glory,
Blessed homeland of the soul,
Where the shores are bright and golden,
Where no stormy billows roll.
Refrain:
Blessed way, blessed way,
From the way that leads to heaven I will never roam;
Blessed way, blessed way,
Always leading on to home, sweet home.
2 There’s a way that leads to glory,
All my doubts have passed away;
For I know that Christ my Saviour,
Walks beside me all the way. [Refrain]
3 I am pressing one each moment,
And I shall no longer roam,
For the way that leads to glory,
Brings me rest and “home, sweet home.” [Refrain]
4 I am weak and all unworthy,
Yet I know He’ll understand—
When I reach my home in glory,
Over in that summer land. [Refrain]
Source: Jubilate : A Modern Sunday-School Hymnal #151