Let Me Go

Let me go where saints are go­ing

To the man­sions of the blest;

Let me go where my Re­deem­er

Has pre­pared His peo­ple’s rest.

I would gain the realms of bright­ness

Where they dwell for­ev­er­more;

I would join the friends that wait me

Over on the oth­er shore.

Let me go

’tis Je­sus calls me

Let me gain the realms of day;

Bear me ov­er

an­gel pin­ions

Longs my soul to be away.

Let me go where none are wea­ry

Where is raised no wail of woe;

Let me go and bathe my spir­it

In the rap­tures an­gels know.

Let me go

for bliss eter­nal

Lures my soul away

away

And the vic­tor’s song tri­umph­ant

Thrills my heart; I can­not stay.

Let me go

why should I tar­ry?

What has earth to bind me here?

What but cares and toils and sor­rows?

What but death and pain and fear?

Let me go

for hopes most cher­ished

Blasted round me oft­en lie.

O! I’ve ga­thered bright­est flow­ers

But to see them fade and die.

Let me go where tears and sigh­ing

Are for ev­er­more un­known

Where the joy­ous songs of glo­ry

Call me to a hap­pi­er home.

Let me go—I’d cease this dy­ing

I would gain life’s fair­er plains;

Let me join the my­ri­ad harp­ers

Let me chant their rap­tur­ous strains.

Let me go

there is a glo­ry

That my soul hath longed to know

I am thirst­ing for the wa­ters

That from crys­tal fount­ains flow.

There is where the an­gels tar­ry

There the saved for­ev­er throng;

There the bright­ness wea­ries nev­er

There I’ll sing re­demp­tion’s song.