Let us sing as we journey
Along day by day,
As we tread slowly on
In our heavenward way;
Let us sing of the rest
That awaiteth our feet,
When we pass the white gates
To the beautiful street.

Let us sing, let us sing,
As on earth here we roam,
Of the welcome that waits us
In home, sweet, sweet home.

When we pause by the wayside,
All weary and faint,
And we'd sit down discouraged
And full of complaint,
Oh! Sing, and the wearisome
Care will be fled,
As we sing of the rest
That is waiting ahead.

Let us sing, let us sing,
As on earth here we roam,
Of the welcome that waits us
In home, sweet, sweet home.

As the wanderer sings
In some faraway land,
Of his own sweet, sweet home
In a beautiful strand,
So we sing as we journey
Afar from our God,
Of the home that is ours,
Where the angels have trod.

Let us sing, let us sing,
As on earth here we roam,
Of the welcome that waits us
In home, sweet, sweet home.