Our way is oft­en rug­ged
While here on earth we roam,
And thorns are on the path­way,
But we are go­ing home.

Refrain

We’re go­ing, go­ing,
Yes, we are go­ing home;
We soon shall cross the ri­ver,
And be with Christ at home.

To Ma­rah’s bit­ter wa­ters
We oft have mur­m’ring come,
But God the cup has sweet­ened,
And so we’re go­ing home.

Refrain

When of the de­sert wea­ry,
Our God His grace has shown,
By rest­ing us at Elim,
With sweet fore­tastes of home.

Refrain

With hun­ger oft­en faint­ing,
We’ve made com­plain­ing moan;
But, fed by hea­ven­ly man­na,
We still are go­ing home.

Refrain

Some stand to­day on Ne­bo,
The jour­ney near­ly done,
And some are in the val­ley;
But all are go­ing home.

Refrain