Will You Go? (Yatman)

My bro­ther

we are tra­vel­ing

To the pal­ace of the King

We are go­ing to Mount Zi­on

Where for­ev­er we shall sing;

There no sin or pain or sigh­ing

Can dis­turb our peace­ful rest

For we dwell among the an­gels

And can lean on Je­sus’ breast.

Will you go? Will you go?

Go to that land of pure de­light?

Go where the saints are clothed in white?

Go where the saved shall find no night

But end­less day?

My sis­ter

Christ is call­ing thee

To jour­ney to­ward that home

Where the wea­ry

hea­vy la­den

Find sweet rest

no more to roam;

Canst thou not for­sake the ev­il

And the Spir­it’s call ob­ey?

Christ will guide thee to that ci­ty

If you seek the nar­row way.

My hear­er

in thy jour­ney

Whither wilt thou come at last?

To the throne of God in Heav­en

Or where hope is ev­er past?

Hear the word that Je­sus sends thee—

Come to Me and rest re­ceive;

I will par­don

cleanse and com­fort

If you on­ly wilt be­lieve.