Toiling Up the Way

Verse 1

We are toiling up the way, Narrow way, narrow way; We have journeyed many a day T'ward the Kingdom; T'ward the distant shining land, Golden land, golden land, Where the heavenly harpers stand, In the Kingdom.

Chorus

Still we sing, Christ our King Walks with us the weary way, And the shining angels wait, Angels wait, angels wait, To unbar the golden gate Of the Kingdom.

Verse 2

We shall gather home at last, Sorrow past, sorrow past, We shall hold our jewels fast In the Kingdom; We shall dwell in perfect light, Holy light, holy light, Never dimmed by tears at night, In the Kingdom.