FROM THE CITIES

From the cities, through the lanes,

(Onward we must go)

From the mountains, valleys, plains.

From the workshops, from our tools,

From the office, from our schools.

Onward to heaven, land for which we yearn!

Praise to you, O holy City, Church of Christ,

Tomorrow's home, where we hope one day

To gather all united round the throne.

Filled with hope, forth we go,

To the city of our God.

Onward then, Church of Christ,

Be united round his throne.

Whether joyful or distressed,

With high spirits or depressed,

Though we falter or succeed,

Whether wealthy or in need.

Glad to suffer every cross,

Counting all else as a loss,

Proud of being Sons of God

And disciples of the Lord.

With companions, kinsmen dear,

To our haven drawing near,

Whether healthy, whether ill,

Always doing God's own will.