We¡¦re bound for the land of the pure and the holy,
The
home of the happy, the kingdom of love,
Ye wand¡¦rers from
God in the broad road of folly,
Oh! Say, will you go to the
Edon above?
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Will you go? Will you go? Will you go? Will
you go?
Oh! say, will you go to the Eden above?
In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish
Can
breathe in the fields where the glorified rove;
Ye
heart-burden¡¦d ones, who in misery languish,
Oh! Say, will
you go to the Eden above?
Refrain
No poverty there! no, the saints are all wealthy,
The
heirs of His glory whose nature is love;
No sickness can
reach them, that country is healthy,
Oh! Say, will you go to
the Eden above?
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March on, happy pilgrims, the land is before you,
And
soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove;
Yes, soon we
shall march o¡¦er the hills of bright glory,
And drink
purest joys in the Eden above?
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