Brighter and bright­er the way is grow­ing—
We will journ­ey on;
Purer and clear­er the streams are flow­ing—
We will jour­ney on;
Streams that in peace­ful mur­murs glide,
Fed by a fount­ain deep and wide—
Cheered by their voice on ev­ery side,
We will jour­ney on, we will jou­rney on.

Brighter and bright­er our hope is shin­ing—
We will journ­ey on;
Closer and clos­er our hearts are twin­ing—
We will jour­ney on;
Only a while we pause to rest
Under the cross that Je­sus blessed;
Wearing His name on ev­ery breast,
We will jour­ney on, we will jour­ney on.

Firm to the arm of the Sav­ior cling­ing—
We will jour­ney on;
Sweeter and sweet­er our songs are ring­ing—
We will journ­ey on;
What if a pass­ing cloud arise?
What if its gloom should veil our skies?
Touched by His hand, it fades, it dies—
We will jour­ney on, we will jour­ney on.

Nearer the man­sions with beau­ty glow­ing—
We will jour­ney on;
Nearer the flow­ers im­mor­tal grow­ing—
We will jour­ney on;
Nearer the tree of life so fair,
Nearer, the heav’n­ly fruit to share,
Glory to God! we’ll soon be there—
We will jour­ney on, we will jour­ney on.