The Garden of Our Lord

Will you go? Will you go to that beau­ti­ful ci­ty?

The flow­ers are in bloom

and the leaves nev­er fade;

Where the riv­ers of peace thro’ the val­leys are flow­ing

And all in the sun­light of God is ar­rayed.

We’ll walk by the side of Em­ma­nu­el there

And roam with de­light in His gar­den so fair;

We’ll praise and ad­ore Him our lov­ing Re­deem­er

Who ga­thers us home in His glo­ry to share.

Will you go? Will you go?

Will you go? Will you go?

There our friends that the foot­steps of Je­sus have fol­lowed

And cared for His lost ones while with us be­low

Are wait­ing for us on the banks of the riv­er

And ten­der­ly call­ing

Oh say

will you go?

There the Lord in His gar­den will crown us with jew­els

If we have been faith­ful to ga­ther them here

And oh

when we en­ter our beau­ti­ful man­sion

He’ll wipe from our eyes eve­ry sad part­ing tear.