God's saints have journeyed long
The promised rest to gain;
And still, through grace, their hope is strong
That they with Christ will reign.

They started on the way
Six thousand years ago;
And oft, without one earthly stay,
Have passed through scenes of woe.

But God has been their stay,
And not a fleshly arm;
And they have trod the desert way,
Where foes have sought their harm.

Now they are almost home!
They know the rest is near, –
To Canaan's border they have come,
The Lord will soon appear!

He'll greet them with a smile,
And bid their wandering cease, –
He'll place them in a heavenly clime,
And give them endless peace.

They give all praise to God,
And glory to the Lamb;
They trust alone His precious blood,
And don't deny His name.

They joy before the Lamb;
They worship and adore
Him who was so humbled here, –
In grace their sorrows bore.

R. H.