In Hea­ven’s fair portals
They’re waiting for me,
Where sickness and sorrow are o’er;
Where hope’s brightest dream
A fulfillment will find
On the bright, golden heavenly shore.

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Nearing the homeland,
Fair haven of rest,
Joy for the sad ones who weep;
Our anchor we’ll cast,
We’re nearing the port,
No more on the wild, restless deep.

We think of the rest,
Of the people of God,
That waits all the faithful and true;
Our travel-stained garments
Will there be exchanged
For a beau­ti­ful garment of new.

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And there, face to face,
Our dear Sav­ior we’ll meet,
The veil shall be taken away;
No night dims the brightness
Our eyes shall behold
In that land that is fairer than day.

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