Tell us, O women, we would know

Whither so fast ye move?

We, called to leave this world below,

Are seeking one above

Whence came ye, say, and what the place

That ye are travelling from?

From tribulation, we, through grace,

Are now returning home

It is not your native dwelling here,

Like you not this abode?

We seek a better country far,

A city built by God

Thither we travel, nor intend

Short of that bliss to rest;

Nor we, ‘ till in the sinner’s friend,

Our wearied souls are blest.

Chorus:

Friends of the bridegroom we shall reign,

Savior we ask no more;

Hail lamb of God for sinners slain

Whom Heaven and earth adore.