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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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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