Let us sing a song that will cheer us by the way,

In a little while we’re going home;

For the night will end in the everlasting day,

In a little while we’re going home.

Refrain

In a little while, in a little while,

We shall cross the billow’s foam;

We shall meet at last,

When the stormy winds are past,

In a little while we’re going home.

We will do the work that our hands may find to do,

In a little while we’re going home;

And the grace of God will our daily strength renew,

In a little while we’re going home.

Refrain

In a little while, in a little while,

We shall cross the billow’s foam;

We shall meet at last,

When the stormy winds are past,

In a little while we’re going home.

We will smooth the path for some weary, way-worn feet,

In a little while we’re going home;

And may loving hearts spread around an influence sweet!

In a little while we’re going home.

Refrain

In a little while, in a little while,

We shall cross the billow’s foam;

We shall meet at last,

When the stormy winds are past,

In a little while we’re going home.

There’s a rest beyond, there’s relief from every care,

In a little while we’re going home;

And no tears shall fall in that city bright and fair,

In a little while we’re going home.

Refrain

In a little while, in a little while,

We shall cross the billow’s foam;

We shall meet at last,

When the stormy winds are past,

In a little while we’re going home.

     After graduation from school, Eliza began teaching. However, her career was cut short by a serious spinal problem. She partially recovered, but was an invalid most of her life. She then turned to hymn writing, which ran in the family—her cousin was hymnist Edgar Stites.  Eliza lived all her life in in Philadelphia, where she was Sunday School superintendent at the Northern Home for Friendless Children, and later at the Calvin Presbyterian Church. She was also a regular contributor to Sunday-school Helps.