Amid the hours that ra­pid fly,
Amid the flow’rs that soon must die;
Amid our tears while here we roam,
How sweet the thought we’re go­ing home.

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Going home, go­ing home
How sweet the thought we’re go­ing home.

We’re go­ing home with saints to dwell,
Where an­gel hosts their chor­us swell,
To join the glor­ious ran­somed band
Who stand in bliss at God’s right hand.

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We’ll cling to Jesus in the hour
When sin and Sa­tan use their pow­er,
And mur­mur not when sor­rows come,
For by and by we’re go­ing home.

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No dy­ing groans shall there be heard,
And we shall speak no part­ing word;
O, sin­ner, to our Sav­ior come,
And join the band that’s goi­ng home.

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