1 We

go the way that leads to God, The way that saints have ever trod; So let us leave this sinful shore, For realms where we shall die no more. CHO.-To die no more, to die no more,

We're going home to die no more.

2 The ways of God are ways of bliss,
And all his paths are happiness;
Then, weary souls, your sighs give o'er,
We're going home to die no more.
CHO.-To die no more, &c.