The prize is set before us ; To win, His words implore us : The eye of God is o'er us, From on high ! . . . His loving tones are calling, While sin is dark, appalling ; 'Tis Jesus gently calling : He is nigh ! . . . By and by we shall meet Him, By and by we shall greet Him, And with Jesus reign in glory, By and by ! . . .
2. We'll follow where He leadeth, We'll pasture where He feedeth, We'll yield to Him who pleadeth From on high ! . . . Then naught from Him shall sever, Our hope shall brighten ever, And faith shall fail us never: He is nigh ! . . .
3. Our home is bright above us, No trials dark to move us, But Jesus dear to love us There on high ! . . . We'll live our best endeavour, And praise His name for ever : His precious words can never, Never die ! . . .