We Are Going (Foster)

We are go­ing

we are go­ing

Far be­yond the set­ting sun:

To a king­dom that is grow­ing

From the na­tions it has won;

For the hon­or-co­vered sag­es

Who have passed the vale of tears

Have been ga­ther­ing for ag­es

Where the throne of God ap­pears.

We are go­ing

we are go­ing

Where the wea­ry work is o’er

Where the morn­ing light is glow­ing

On the bless­èd

sun­ny shore.

We are go­ing where the fount­ains

Of the heal­ing wa­ters flow

Where the val­leys and the mount­ains

Bathed in sun­light ev­er glow;

Where the crys­tal streams are flow­ing

In their bright and sil­very sheen

And the tree of life is grow­ing

On the banks of liv­ing green.

We are go­ing where the holy

Enter joys they can­not tell

Where the meek and bless­èd low­ly

With the pure in spir­it dwell;

Where no hun­gry hearts are ach­ing

For the bread of life to share

But for­ev­er are par­tak­ing

Of the full­ness ov­er there.