Children of the king­dom, while we jour­ney here,
Only for a time ab­id­ing;
Looking un­to Je­sus, ban­ish ev­ery fear,
For His eyes our path is guid­ing.
From the land of song, the bright land of song,
Listen to the mu­sic gent­ly fall­ing;
Looking un­to Jesus, ban­ish ev­ery fear,
For His eyes our path is guid­ing.

Children of the king­dom, press­ing on our way,
Never let us fal­ter, nev­er;
Bear the cross for Je­sus, bear it ev­ery day,
In His mercy trust­ing ev­er.
From the land of song, the bright land of song,
Listen to the mu­sic gent­ly fall­ing;
Bear the cross for Je­sus, bear it ev­ery day,
In His mer­cy trust­ing ev­er.

Children of the king­dom, while we watch and wait,
Never be dis­cour­aged, nev­er;
Soon our feet will en­ter through the pal­ace gate,
And go out no more for­ev­er.
From the land of song, the bright land of song,
Listen to the mu­sic gent­ly fall­ing;
Soon our feet will en­ter through the pal­ace gate,
And go out no more for­ev­er.

Children of the king­dom, joy­ful let us be,
Yonder is the shin­ing riv­er;
There in all His beau­ty we the King shall see,
And be­hold His face for­ev­er.
From the land of song, the bright land of song,
Listen to the mu­sic gent­ly fall­ing;
There in all His beau­ty we the King shall see,
And be­hold His face for­ev­er.