507 Heavenward still our pathway tends

1 Heavenward still our pathway tends, Here on earth we are but strangers; Till our road in Canaan ends, Safely passed this wild of dangers, Pilgrims we, a scattered band, Seek above our fatherland. 2 Heavenward still, my soul, ascend! Thou art one of heaven's creations; Earth can ne'er give aim or end Fit to fill thy aspirations: Turns a heaven-illumined mind Evermore its source to find. 3 Heavenward still! God's volume blest, Thus, throughout its sacred pages, Calls on me, and speaks its rest, Rest with Him through endless ages; While my heart that call attends, Still to heaven my path ascends. 4 Heavenward still my thoughts arise, When His festal board invites me; Then my spirit upward flies, Foretaste then of heaven delights me; When on earth this food hath ceased, Comes the Lamb's own marriage-feast. 5 Heavenward still my spirit wends, That fair land by faith exploring; Heavenward still my heart ascends, Sun and moon and stars out-soaring; Their faint rays in vain would try Once with light of heaven to vie. 6 Heavenward still, when life shall close, Death to my true home shall guide me; There, triumphant o'er my woes, Lasting bliss shall God provide me; Christ Himself the way has led, Joyful in His steps I tread. 7 Still then heavenward! heavenward still! That shall be my watchword ever! Joys of heaven my heart shall fill, Chasing joys that filled it never; Heavenward still my joys shall run Till the gate of heaven is won.