My bro­ther, we are tra­vel­ing
To the pal­ace of the King,
We are go­ing to Mount Zi­on,
Where for­ev­er we shall sing;
There no sin or pain or sigh­ing
Can dis­turb our peace­ful rest,
For we dwell among the an­gels,
And can lean on Je­sus’ breast.

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Will you go? Will you go?
Go to that land of pure de­light?
Go where the saints are clothed in white?
Go where the saved shall find no night,
But end­less day?

My sis­ter, Christ is call­ing thee
To jour­ney to­ward that home,
Where the wea­ry, hea­vy la­den
Find sweet rest, no more to roam;
Canst thou not for­sake the ev­il,
And the Spir­it’s call ob­ey?
Christ will guide thee to that ci­ty,
If you seek the nar­row way.

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My hear­er, in thy jour­ney
Whither wilt thou come at last?
To the throne of God in Hea­ven,
Or where hope is ev­er past?
Hear the word that Je­sus sends thee—
Come to Me and rest re­ceive;
I will par­don, cleanse and com­fort,
If you on­ly wilt be­lieve.

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