If you’re go­ing up to Hea­ven,
You had better now be rea­dy,
For the day will soon be ov­er
When your pil­grim­age will cease;
Soon the saved will meet to­ge­ther
In that home beyond the ri­ver,
Where the tree of life is bloom­ing
In that land of end­less peace.

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For the day will soon be end­ing,
And the Judge will be des­cend­ing;
Will you be among the weep­ing
And the wail­ing of the lost?
Or will you fly to Hea­ven
On the wings that He hath giv­en,
And up there to live for­ev­er
In that land of end­less peace?

O that home is pure and ho­ly,
Nothing sin­ful e’er shall en­ter,
And the path that leads to glo­ry
Enters thro’ the gates of pearl;
Many friends have gone be­fore us
Who are join­ing in the chor­us,
Glory, glo­ry be to Je­sus,
He has ov­er­come the world.

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I can hear the pil­grims cheer­ing
As the har­bor they are near­ing,
From the dear old ship of Zi­on
As she nears the gold­en shore;
Hark! I hear a voice of wel­come
Come, ye bless­èd of My Fa­ther;
Enter in­to life eter­nal
Which is yours for­ev­er­more.

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