O Come, Go Along

1 They tell me of a country
Where all is bright and fair;
Where Jesus has a mansion
For all who enter there.
The streets are filled with music,
The courts are filled with song,
There's room for you, my brother, there,
O come, go along.

Chorus:
O won't you go, my brother,
To join that white-robed throng?
There's room enough in heaven,
O come, go along.

2 Our dear ones there are waiting
To take us by the hand,
When we have passed earth's portals
And gained that happy land;
We'll never know a sorrow,
For heaven has no wrong,
But all is joy forever, there,
O come, go along. [Chorus]

3 The song they sing in heaven,
Before the great white throne,
Is just the same old story
That you and I have known.
We soon will join the chorus,
With voices clear and strong;
We'll sing the praise of Jesus there,
O come, go along. [Chorus]

Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #92