Albums > Philately Philosophy & Felicity > Lyrics >
Track 13. The Eden Above (there are quite a few versions of this Victorian folk hymn, some with additional verses; this is the one I recall from a Salvationist youth)

We are bound for the land of the pure and the holy,
The land of the blessed, the kingdom of love.
Ye wanderers from God on the broad road of folly,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Will you go, will you go, will you go, will you go,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish
Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove;
Ye sin-burdened ones, who in misery languish.
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

Each saint has a mansion prepared and all furnished,
Ere from this small home we are summoned to move;
Its gates and its towers with glory are burnished;
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

March on, happy pilgrims, that land is before you,
And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove;
Yes, soon we’ll be massed on the hills of bright glory,
And drink the pure joys of the Eden above,

We will go, we will go, &c.
O yes, we will go to the Eden above.

< Back to album "Philately Philosophy & Felicity "