Scripture Verse

Strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Hebrews 11:13


Johnson Oatman, Jr. (1856–1922)

Words: John­son Oat­man, Jr., in Songs of Love and Praise No. 2, ed­it­ed by John Swe­ney, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick & Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1895), page 144.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a bet­ter pho­to of Oat­man,

John R. Sweney (1837–1899)


Just ov­er the ocean is our home on high,
Where we all will ga­ther and rest by and by;
We’ve a man­sion far above the vault­ed dome,
We shall soon be ov­er, we are al­most home.


We are al­most home, we are al­most home;
Just a few more tri­als, just a few more tears;
Just a few more trou­bles, just a few more fears;
Then we’ll cast the an­chor, ne­ver more to roam;
We will soon be ov­er, we are al­most home,
We are al­most home.

Our house is all rea­dy in the pro­mised land;
It was built and mo­deled by the Lord’s own hand;
He will lead us ov­er when this life is o’er,
Where be­neath its portals we will rest ev­er­more.


The road has been wea­ry, and the way been long,
But our hearts are cheery with the Lord’s own song;
See, the lights are gleam­ing o’er the ocean foam,
And our joy is beam­ing, we are al­most home.


Our dear ones are watch­ing as we near the shore,
How we long to join them, to part ne­ver more;
Thro’ the gold­en ci­ty with them we will roam;
Don’t you hear the sing­ing? We are al­most home.