We're not of the world which fadeth away,
We're not of the night, but children of day;
The chains that once bound us by Jesus are riven,
We're strangers on earth, our home is in heaven.
Our path is most rugged, and dangerous too,
A wide, trackless waste our journey lies through;
But the pillar of cloud that shows us our way,
Is our sure light by night, and shades us by day.
Our Shepherd is still our Guardian and Guide,
Before us He goes to help and provide:
The springs that refresh us from heaven were given,
Our bread is the Manna that came down from heaven.
Mid mightiest foes most feeble are we—
Yet, trembling, before our great Leader they flee;
The Lord is our Banner, the battle is His,
The weakest of saints more than conqueror is.
And soon shall we enter our own promised land,
Around His bright throne in glory shall stand:
Our song then forever and ever shall be,
All glory and blessing, Lord Jesus, to Thee!