Author:		Anon.
Musician:		Joan J. Pinkston, b. 1947

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,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Refrain:
O say, will you trust in Christ's blood for salvation,
Forever secure in the arms of His love.

In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish
Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove;
Ye heart burdened ones, who in misery languish,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

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 the pure joys of the Eden above!