We’re trav’ling home to heav’n above,
Will you go? Will you go?
To sing our Savior’s dying love,
Will you go? Will you go?
Our sun shall then no more go down,
Our moon shall be no more withdrawn,
Our days of mourning past and gone,
Will you go? Will you go?

We’re going to strike the golden lyre,
Will you go? Will you go?
And shout in strains of heav’nly fire,
Will you go? Will you go?
And sing our God’s redeeming grace,
And see our Savior face to face,
And ever more we’ll shout his grace,
Will you go? Will you go?

Recordings 1, 2, 3