Strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Hebrews 11:13
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.
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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.