Let me go where saints are going

Let me go where saints are going,To the mansions of the blest;Let me go where my RedeemerHas prepared his people's rest:I would gain the realms of brightness,Where they dwell forevermore;I would share the joys that wait meOver on the other shore.

Let me go where none are weary,Where is raised no note of woe;Let me go and bathe my spiritIn the rapture angels know:Let me go, for bliss eternalLures my soul away, away,And the victor's song triumphantThrills my heart, I cannot stay.

Let me go, why should I tarry?What has earth to bind me here?What but cares and toils and sorrows?What but death and pain and fear?Let me go, for hopes most cherished,Blasted round me often lie:Here I've gathered brightest flowersBut to see them fade and die.