Fellowship Hall

If Jesus should come, if Jesus should come, I'd welcome the call from on high; There's nothing could hold me, nor money nor home, I'd leave withour saying goodbye.

I'm longing to go, I'm longing to go; When the trumpet shall sound from mansions on high, I'd leave without saying goodbye.

I'm tired of things earthly- of everything here, There's nothing could hold me, I know; This world is a wilderness, naught I hold dear, I'm longing, just longing to go.

I'm longing to go, I'm longing to go; When the trumpet shall sound from mansions on high, I'd leave without saying goodbye.

I've laid aside weights and I've washed my robes white, And the blood's flowing over my soul; The way seems so dark, and so long is the night, But faith keeps its eye on the goal.

I'm longing to go, I'm longing to go; When the trumpet shall sound from mansions on high, I'd leave without saying goodbye.