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?

Refrain
Will you go, will you go,
will you go, will you go?
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

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?

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?

No poverty there, no, the saints are all wealthy,
The heirs of His glory whose nature is love;
No sickness can reach them, that country is healthy;
O say, will you go to the Eden above?

And yet, guilty sinner, we would not forsake thee,
We halt yet a moment as onward we move;
O, come to thy Lord! in His arms He will lake thee,
And bear thee along to the Eden above.