WE'RE TRAVELING HOME TO HEAVEN.
By H. M. Kilgore
TUNE—“Carry Me Home To Die.” Let others, the applause of the world to obtain,
In known disobedience live,
We will only seek His applause to gain,
Who eternal life can give,
A little while longer we'll faithful prove,
Then will the prize be given;
We're traveling home, we're traveling home,
We're traveling home, to Heaven. CHORUS: We're traveling home, etc. Let others, arrayed in a costly dress,
To the halls of mirth repair,
We will choose the robes of true righteousness,
And seek the house of prayer,
A little while longer we'll labor on,
And then will rest be given;
We're traveling home, we're traveling home,
We're traveling home, to Heaven. Let others pass on in their haughty pride,
And worship the god of display,
We will humbly walk by our Saviour's side,
And the God of Heaven obey.
A little while longer we'll bear the cross,
Then will the crown be given;
We're traveling home, we're traveling home,
We're traveling home, to Heaven. Let others possess the treasures of earth,
And scoff at our little band,
There are treasures for us, of priceless worth,
When we reach the heavenly land.
A few more tests, our heirship to prove,
Then will possession be given;
We're traveling home, we're traveling home,
We're traveling home, to Heaven.