Going Home at Last

The ev­en­ing shades are fall­ing

Our sun is sink­ing fast;

The Ho­ly One is call­ing

We’re go­ing home at last.

Going home at last!

Going home at last!

The march will soon be ov­er;

We’re go­ing home at last.

The road’s been long and drea­ry

The toils came thick and fast;

In bo­dy weak and wea­ry

We’re go­ing home at last.

We now are near­ing Heav­en

And soon shall be at rest;

Our crowns will soon be giv­en

We’re go­ing home at last.

Oh

praise the Lord for­ev­er!

Our sor­rows are all past;

We’ll part no more

no nev­er

We are at home at last.