We do not know, and can not tell
What path our feet may take;
We on­ly know that all is well
When borne for Je­sus’ sake.

Refrain

We’ve no abid­ing ci­ty here;
We seek for one to come;
We strive to prove our ti­tle clear
To man­sions fair, at home.

We lay our life, our lit­tle all,
In His dear guid­ing hand,
And hast­en to ob­ey the call
We strive to un­der­stand.

Refrain

A home, a harp, a robe and crown,
To faith­ful fol­low­ers giv’n;
The tri­als, cross­es, all laid down,
Then rest, sweet rest, in Heav’n.

Refrain