There’s a home­land of joy for the soul,
With its bright­ness and beau­ty sub­lime;
There we’ll live while the ag­es shall roll,
In that bless­èd and pure ho­ly clime.

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Guide me, an­gels of light, to that home,
Where my loved ones are wait­ing for me;
In that land where no sor­row can come,
We will live, bless­èd Sav­ior, with Thee.

In that beau­ti­ful home­land so blest,
There’s no part­ing, no heart­ache, no sigh;
With our Sav­ior and king we shall rest,
Free from care in the sweet by and by.

Refrain

There’s a home­land of peace ov­er there,
Where the wea­ry find rest to the soul;
There the saints all im­mor­tal and fair,
Walk with Christ thro’ the streets of pure gold.

Refrain