I Feel Like Traveling On

My heavenly home is bright and fair I feel like traveling on
No pain nor death can inner there I feel like traveling on
Yes I feel like traveling on I feel like traveling on
My heavenly home is bright and fair I feel like traveling on.

Looking for a City

Verse 1:
Here among the shadows in a lonely land,
We're a band of pilgrims on the move
Burdened down with sorrows, shunned on every hand,
Looking for a city built above.

Chorus:
Looking for a city, where we'll never die,
There the sainted millions, never say good-bye,
There we'll meet our Savior, and our loved ones too,
Come O Holy Spirit, all our hopes renew.