They are all, all there, they have crossed the tide,
And their bark is moored on the other side;
They have said farewell to the shattered sail
That was rent and torn by the stormy gale.

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They are home, safe home, o’er the oceans’ foam,
Nevermore to weep, nevermore to roam;
O the palms they wave, and the robes they wear!
They are home, home, they’re all there.

They are all, all there, in the soul’s bright land,
And they wait for us on the golden strand;
They have looked their last on the setting sun,
For their voyage is o’er, and their lifework done.

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They are all, all there, at the Savior’s feet,
And they dwell with Him in communion sweet;
For they hear His voice, and they see His face,
And they praise His name for redeeming grace.

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They are all, all there, but we linger still,
Yet our faith looks up to the heav’nly hill;
And we know for us there are mansions fair
In our Father’s house when we all meet there.

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