1 We're not of the world which fadeth away,
We're not of the night, but children of day;
The chains that once bound us, by Jesus are riven,
We're strangers on earth, and our home is in heaven.

2 Our path is most rugged, and dangerous too,
A wide trackless waste our journey lies through;
But the pillar of cloud that shows us our way
Is our sure light by night, and shades us by day.

3 Our Shepherd is still our Guardian and Guide,
Before us he goes to help and provide:
The springs that refresh us from heaven were given,
Our break is the Manna that came down from heaven.

4 'Mid mightiest foes--most feeble are we--
Yet, trembling before our great Leader, they flee;
The Lord is our Banner, the battle is His,
The weakest of saints more than conqueror is.

5 And soon shall we enter our own promised land,
Around His bright throne in glory shall stand:
Our song then forever and ever shall be,
"All glory and blessing, Lord Jesus, to Thee!"