They tell of a city far up in the sky,
I want to go there, I do;
’Tis built in the land of the sweet by and by,
I want to go there, don’t you?
There Jesus has gone to prepare us a home,
I want to go there, I do;
Where sickness nor sorrow nor death ever come,
I want to go there, don’t you?
I want to go there, I want to go there,
I want to go there, I do;
I want to go there, I want to go there,
I want to go there, don’t you?
Its gates are all pearl, its streets are all gold,
I want to go there, I do;
The Lamb is the light of the city we’re told,
I want to go there don’t you?
Death robs us all here, there none ever die,
I want to go there, I do;
Where loved ones will never again say goodbye,
I want to go there, don’t you?
I want to go there, I want to go there,
I want to go there, I do;
I want to go there, I want to go there,
I want to go there, don’t you?
When the old ship of Zion shall make her last trip,
I want to be there, I do;
With heads all uncovered to greet the old ship,
I want to be there, don’t you?
When all the ship’s company meet on the strand,
I want to be there, I do;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
I want to be there, don’t you?
I want to be there, I want to be there,
I expect to be there, I do;
I want to be there, I want to be there,
I expect to be there, don’t you?
When Jesus is crowned the King of all kings,
I want to be there, I do;
With shouting and clapping till all Heaven rings,
I want to be there, don’t you?
Hallelujah! we’ll shout
