Home at Last (Crosby)

Hark the song of ho­ly rap­ture

Hear it break from yon­der strand

Where our friends for us are wait­ing

In the gold­en sum­mer land;

They have reached the port of glo­ry

O’er the Jor­dan they have passed

And with mill­ions they are shout­ing

Home at last

home at last:

And with mill­ions they are shout­ing

Home at last

home at last;

O

the long and sweet re­un­ion

Where the bells of time shall cease;

O

the greet­ing

end­less greet­ing

On the ver­nal heights of peace;

Where the hoping and des­pond­ing

Of the wea­ry heart are past

And we en­ter life eter­nal

Home at last

home at last:

And we en­ter life eter­nal

Home at last

home at last.

Look be­yond

the skies are clear­ing;

See

the mist dis­solves away;

Soon our eyes will catch the dawn­ing

Of a bright

ce­les­ti­al day;

Soon the sha­dows will be lift­ed

That around us now are cast

And re­joic­ing we shall ga­ther

Home at last

home at last:

And re­joic­ing we shall ga­ther

Home at last

home at last.