I am on my way to Zion,
To the city of my God;
I am treading the same pathway
That before the saints have trod;
Tho’ the road is rough and thorny,
And temptations often come,
Yet I know that every evening,
I am one day nearer home.

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Nearer home, nearer home,
I am one day nearer home;
Yes, I know, at every evening,
I am one day nearer home.

When I pass the gloomy valley,
Jesus will be there to guide;
He will lead me thro’ the darkness;
He’ll be ever at my side;
He’ll be with me at the river,
When I cross its darkest foam,
And in sweetest accents whisper,
Cheer up, soul, you’re nearer home.

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When I reach that land immortal,
When I join that holy throng,
With the saints and holy angels,
We will sing our glad new song;
We will sing the praise of Je­sus
’Neath the spires of Heav’n’s high dome.
There, with anthems loudly ringing,
Praise Him in our heav’nly home.

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