Chil-dren of the heavenly King,
As we journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are traveling home to God,
In the way the Fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Lift your eyes, ye sons of light,
Zion's city is in sight;
There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.
Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee. Amen.