We have our troubles here, Dark clouds arise, and storms oft cause dismay; But home is now so near, And soon will dawn a sinless happy day. Chorus: I'll be among that band, At rest forever at my Lord's right hand; When morning breaks in glory-land I'll be among that band. The farther on I go, The brighter grows my hope of endless rest; I want my light to glow, To point the way to those who are oppressed. (Chorus)