| 976 |
My heart's in the Home-land, far, far o'er the tide,
|
| 977 |
The weary hours like shadows come and go,
|
| 978 |
Some day the silver cord will break,
|
| 979 |
Oh, the music rolling onward,
|
| 980 |
I know not the hour when my Lord will come,
|
| 981 |
There is a land mine eye hath seen,
|
| 982 |
I am far frae my hame,
|
| 983 |
When the trumpet of the Lord shall,
|
| 984 |
There is a land, a sunny land,
|
| 985 |
Beyond the sea, . . . life's boundless sea, . . . ,
|
| 986 |
Out on the ocean all boundless we ride,
|
| 987 |
One sweetly solemn thought,
|
| 988 |
Over the river they call me,
|
| 989 |
There is a Paradise of rest,
|
| 990 |
Brief life is here our portion,
|
| 991 |
I love to think of the heavenly land,
|
| 992 |
Steer our bark away to the Homeland,
|
| 993 |
In the land where the bright ones are gathered,
|
| 994 |
Yes, we'll meet again in the morning,
|
| 995 |
There's a beautiful land that no mortal hath seen,
|
| 996 |
Climbing up the steeps of glory,
|
| 997 |
Oh, world of joy untold,
|
| 998 |
When we gather at last over Jordan,
|
| 999 |
Hark ! hark ! the song the ransomed sing,
|
| 1000 |
Shall we gather at the river,
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