Heavenward still our pathway tends,

Here on earth we are but strangers,

Till our road in Canaan ends,

Through this wilderness of dangers;

Here we but as pilgrims rove,

For our home is there above.

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-enlighten’d mind

Ever turns its source to find.

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;

And while that my steps defends,

Still to heaven my track ascends.

Heavenward still my thoughts arise,

When He to his board invites me;

Then my spirit upward flies,

Such a ray from heaven lights me:

When on earth this food has ceas’d,

Comes the Lamb’s own Marriage-feast.

Heavenward still my spirit wends,

That fair land by faith exploring;

Heavenward still my heart ascends,

Sun, and moon, and stars out-soaring:

Their faint rays in vain would try

With the light of heaven to vie.

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.

Still then heavenward! heavenward still!

That shall be my watchword ever;

Heaven’s delights my heart shall fill,

And from vain illusions sever:

Heavenward still my thoughts shall run,

Till the gate of heaven I’ve won.