The Prize

Oh how I love to hear you speak of heaven How I love to hear you say How it'll be when we're called up yonder Into eternal day Oh how I love to hear the songs of Zion How I love to hear you sing Of that city coming down from heaven Of wedding bells soon to ring Oh to hear the wonders that He'll do And the mercy that He gives But how meaningless it will be If what you know you do not live For the path is straight and narrow The way is held up high To reach that holy city To Christ you must draw nigh The is a temple to be built A work that must be done We cannot sit idle While there is a race for us to run And when we reach that mark It's out Father's face we'll see For it's the prize of the high calling To reign with Him through eternity