We Are Going Home

Our way is oft­en rug­ged

While here on earth we roam

And thorns are on the path­way

But we are go­ing home.

We’re go­ing

go­ing

Yes

we are go­ing home;

We soon shall cross the riv­er

And be with Christ at home.

To Ma­rah’s bit­ter wa­ters

We oft have mur­m’ring come

But God the cup has sweet­ened

And so we’re go­ing home.

When of the de­sert wea­ry

Our God His grace has shown

By rest­ing us at Elim

With sweet fore­tastes of home.

With hun­ger oft­en faint­ing

We’ve made com­plain­ing moan;

But

fed by heav­en­ly man­na

We still are go­ing home.

Some stand to­day on Ne­bo

The jour­ney near­ly done

And some are in the val­ley;

But all are go­ing home.