Blessèd Homeland

Gliding o’er life’s fit­ful wa­ters

Heavy surg­es some­times roll;

And we sigh for yon­der hav­en

For the home­land of the soul.

Blessèd home­land

ev­er fair!

Sin can nev­er en­ter there;

But the soul

to life awak­ing

Everlasting bloom shall wear.

Oft we catch a faint re­flect­ion

Of its bright and ver­nal hills;

And

though dist­ant

how we hail it!

How each heart with rap­ture thrills!

To our Fa­ther

and our Sav­ior

To the Spir­it

Three in One

We shall sing glad songs of tri­umph

When our har­vest work is done.

’Tis the wea­ry pil­grim’s home­land

Where each throb­bing care shall cease

And our long­ings and our yearn­ings

Like a wave

be hushed to peace.