1 Heavenward still our pathway tends;
Here on earth we are but strangers,
Till our road in Canaan ends,
Safely passed this wild of dangers;
Here we but as pilgrims rove,
For our home is there above.

2 Heavenward still, my soul, ascend!
Thou art one of heaven's creations;
Earth can ne'er give aim or end
Fit to fill thy aspirations;
And a heaven-enlightened mind
Evermore its source to find.

3 Heavenward still! God calls to me
In His Word, so loudly speaking;
Glimpses in that Word I see
Of the home I'm ever seeking.
While my heart that call attends,
Still to heaven my path ascends.

4 Heavenward still when life shall close,
Death to my true home shall guide me:
Then, triumphant o'er my woes,
Lasting bliss shall God provide me.
Christ Himself the way has led;
Joyful in His steps I tread.

Amen.