Irises and Poppies and then Our way is often rugged

Our way is often rugged
While here on earth we roam,
And thorns are in the pathway;
But we are going home.

To Marah’s bitter waters
We oft have murm’ring come,
But God the cup has sweetened;
And so we’re going home.

When of the desert weary,
Our God, His grace has shown
By resting us at Elim,
With sweet foretastes of home.

With hunger often fainting,
We’ve made complaining moan;
But, fed by heavenly manna,
We still are going home.

Some stand to-day on Nebo,
The journey nearly done,
And some are in the valley;
But all are going home.

Chorus:
We’re going, going,
Yes, we are going home;
We soon shall cross the river,
And be with Christ at home.

El. Nathan