Though the way seems lone, And the sunlight gone, Though the blinding tears will fall, Let us look away And be glad today At the thought of going home. Going home, going home To our Father's house on high. Where there's no more night And the Lamb is the light, We are going by and by. Though the world is drear, And the tempter near, And his arrows pierce the soul, Yonder beams the strand Of the Promised Land, 'Tis the long-sought final goal. Going home, going home To our Father's house on high. Where there's no more night And the Lamb is the light, We are going by and by. Though in hostile lands, Over burning sands Now wil weary feet we roam, But a few years more And 'twill all be o'er, He will come to take us home. Going home, going home To our Father's house on high. Where there's no more night And the Lamb is the light, We are going by and by.