Bliss comes thru sore temptation
And conflicts by the way;
Remember blessed Jesus,
And don't forget to pray,
I'm on my way to Canaan,
I'm on my way to Canaan,
I'm on my way to Canaan,
To the new Jerusalem.

The suff'ring church of Jesus
Was chosen and redeemed;
Contained in that great number
Some martyrs can be seen,
How sad was their condition
Till Jesus made them whole;
He is the good Physician
That cures the sin-sick soul.

O, grave, where is thy vict'ry?
O, death, where is thy sting?
We're going home to glory,
There we'll forever sing,
Farewell to all our kindred
In this sad world below;
We're going home to Jesus
To praise Him evermore.