I am think­ing to­day
Of my friends far away,
Some I ne­ver shall see any more;
Until death sets me free,
From this bo­dy of clay,
And my trou­bles and tri­als are o’er.

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I am think­ing to­day
Of that home far away,
And its joys how I long to be­hold;
There no sor­rows can come
To that sweet, hap­py home,
And its plea­sures can ne­ver be told.

Oh, how hap­py we’ll be
When our loved ones we see,
Who have gone on be­fore us to Heav’n;
We shall sing of His love
In the man­sions above,
Where to us a new song shall be giv’n.

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There our fa­thers have gone
And are rest­ing at home,
Blessèd Sav­ior is wait­ing for me;
Yes, our mo­thers are there
In that home bright and fair,
And I hope we shall them again.

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We have bro­thers at rest
In that home of the blest,
Where no cry­ings or pains ev­er come;
There our sis­ters we’ll see
And at rest ev­er be,
In that beau­ti­ful, sweet, hap­py home.

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