HYMN XL. Christians rejoicing in Hope and Glory of God

Lo! we are journeying home to God, Bid by the Spirit come; And in the Way his Children trod, We seek our Father's Home.

We walk a narrow Path and rough, And we are tired and weak: Yet soon shall we have Rest enough, In those bless'd Courts we seek.

Nigh to the Country we appear, Stor'd with eternal Bliss: We know we quickly shall be there In Sight our City is.

Upon Mount Zion's distant Top, A Lamb our Eyes behold: 'Tis Jesus, look ye Children up, He calls us to this Fold.

We see him with his Raiment red, As tho' besmear'd with Blood, As newly slain he stands; he bled, Us to redeem to God.

About him clad with snowy Vests, Appear a countless Throng: These are his Saints, his Kings, his Priests, Who sing th' eternal Song.

How blest, how more than happy these, Who thus their Lord attend; We, Brethren, in their Hosts shall praise, We soon shall there ascend.