Sunflowers and Oranges with We are trav’ling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way and All that I was, my sin, my guilt

We are trav’ling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way,
Which the saints and martyrs have before us trod;
In the cross of Christ we glory as we journey day by day,
Pressing onward to the city of our God.

There with Moses and Elias, and with Peter and with Paul,
We’ll recount the triumphs of redeeming grace;
Best of all, we’ll see our Savior, hail and crown Him Lord of all,
And unite His praise to sing thro’ endless days.

We will look back o’er the journey by our heav’nly Father planned,
Knowing that His will was best for you and me;
And the things which here perplex us, which we cannot understand,
In that glorious day of days made plain will be.

Chorus
We will talk it o’er together by and by,
When we reach that holy city, you and I,
How thro’ grace we’ve overcome, and have reached our heav’nly home;
We will talk it o’er together by and by.

Mrs. C. H. Morris
  All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
  My death, was all my own;
All that I am I owe to Thee,
  My gracious God, alone.

  The darkness of my former state,
  The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
  The liberty, is Thine.

  Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
  It taught me to believe;
Then in believing, peace I found,
  And now I live, I live.

  All that I am, e’en here on earth,
  All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,
  I owe, it Lord, to Thee.

Rev. Horatius Bonar