1. We’re bound for the land of the pure and the holy,
The home of the happy, the kingdom of love,
Ye wanderers from God in the broad road of folly,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus
Will you go, will you go, will you go, will you go?
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
2. In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish,
Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove,
Ye heart-burdened ones who in misery languish,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus
3. Nor fraud, nor deceit, nor the hand of oppression,
Can injure the dwellers in that holy grove;
No wickedness there, not a shade of transgression,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus
4. No poverty there—no, the saints are all wealthy,
The heirs of his glory whose nature is love;
Nor sickness can reach them, that country is healthy,
O say, will you go to the Eden above?
Chorus
5. March on, happy pilgrims, the land is before you,
And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove;
Yes, soon we shall walk o’er the hills of bright glory,
And drink the pure joys of the Eden above.
Variation of Chorus for last verse:
We will go, we will go, we will go, we will go!
O yes, we will go to the Eden above.
– Anonymous (published in an early Advent Review)
