Marching to Our Home

Verse 1

We're bound for the mansions of glory, Prepared in the city of God, For all who have trusted in Jesus, Who follow the path that he trod. We go on our journey rejoicing, Our Father has hidden us come; We know that the feast is made ready, We know he will welcome us home.

Chorus

We are marching to our home, Our beautiful, heav'nly home; We're a happy pilgrim band, We are marching to our home, Our beautiful, heav'nly home; We are singing his praises, On our way to the better land.

Verse 2

We think not of toil or of danger, As onward we press to the goal; Our steps are so tenderly guarded By Jesus, the hope of the soul. We'll rest on the banks of the river That flows thro' the kingdom of peace, We'll join in the song of the angels, - The anthem that never will cease.

Verse 3

Our Father in heaven has called us, And lest we should linger or stray, He sent the compassionate Savior, Our guide to the portals of day; And cleansed in his fountain of mercy, Our robes will be whiter than snow; We follow the steps of our Leader, We're singing his praise as we go.