“Go ye therefore into the highways,
and as many as ye shall find, bid to the marriage.” Matthew 22:9
1. We’re trav’ling home to heaven above,
Will you go? Will you go?
To sing our Saviour’s dying love,
Will you go? Will you go?
Our sun shall then no more go down,
Our moon shall be no more withdrawn,
Our days of mourning past and gone,
Will you go? Will you go?
2. We’re going to reap the great reward,
Will you go? Will you go?
Which Jesus Christ for us prepared,
Will you go? Will you go?
A rich supply of milk and wine,
And everlasting joys divine,
And robes that will the sun outshine,
Will you go? Will you go?
3. We are going to strike the golden lyre,
Will you go? Will you go?
And shout in strains of heavenly fire,
Will you go? Will you go?
And sing our God’s redeeming grace,
And see our Saviour face to face,
And evermore we’ll shout his grace;
Will you go? Will you go?
4. We’re going to walk in plains of light,
Will you go? Will you go?
Where endless day excludes the night,
Will you go? Will you go?
There crowns of glory we shall wear,
And palms of victory ever bear,
And all the joys of heaven shall share;
Will you go? Will you go?
Second Part – by John Stamp
5. Yes, by the help of Jesus’ grace,
I will go, I will go!
I’ll travel to the heavenly place,
I will go, I will go!
My new companions are so kind,
I’ll leave the world and sin behind,
With them the promised rest to find,
I will go, I will go!
6. I feel I’m on the road to heav’n,
Let me go, let me go!
I know my sins are all forgiv’n,
Let me go, let me go!
God’s people they shall be my choice,
I hear my Shepherd’s cheering voice,
Which makes my very soul rejoice!
Let me go, let me go!
7. My soul is bound for endless bliss,
Let me go, let me go!
What hath the world to equal this?
Let me go, let me go!
My vain amusements all adieu,
My soul has had enough of you;
My Father’s house appears in view;
Let me go, let me go.
8. I soon shall wear my starry crown,
Let me go, let me go!
And on my Father’s throne sit down,
Let me go, let me go!
My race on earth is nearly run,
The battle it is nearly won,
My Saviour smiles, and says, “Well done!”
Let me go, let me go.
Playback
Song in the Night: page 75
Author: Richard Jukes
Composer: B.F. White
Source: The Sacred Harp, p. 97
Time: 1:29