I’m Going There (Tindley)

Since I be­gan to serve the Lord

And to love His bless­èd Word

A child of Heav’n I’ve tried to be

This world has been no friend to me.

Although a pil­grim here be­low

Where dan­gers are and sor­rows grow

I have a home in Heav’n ab­ove

I’m go­ing there

I’m go­ing there.

And oft­en when I would do good

And keep the pro­mise as I should

I miss the way

and com­ing short

It makes me mourn and grieves my heart.

Sometimes at best I hard­ly know

Just what to do or where to go

And when I sing or try to pray

My Sav­ior seems so far away.

And then I wait

it is not long

Before He comes in pray­er and song

And when He speaks

O bless­èd voice

It al­ways makes my heart re­joice.

When tri­als press up­on my soul

And pierce my heart with grief un­told

I look away to man­sions fair

And oft­en wish that I was there.

My friends and kin­dred who have gone

Are now among that heav’n­ly throng;

Far

far above this world of tears

Its chang­ing scenes and roll­ing years.