Home at Last (Cushing)

Cheer

O cheer

ye sons of Zi­on!

Weary days will soon be past;

Joy’s bright ban­ner wav­ing o’er us

Tells that Heav’n is won at last.

On that fair

ce­les­ti­al morn­ing

Comes no cloud of grief or pain;

In your peace­ful tents ab­id­ing

Sorrow ne’er shall come again.

Cheer

O cheer

ye sons of Zi­on!

Weary days will soon be past;

Joy’s bright ban­ner wav­ing o’er us

Tells that Heav’n is won at last.

Cheer

O cheer

the morn is break­ing!

Gloomy night will dis­ap­pear;

Christ will come with sweet awak­ing;

Happier days will soon be here;

Long the pil­grim path we’ve wan­dered

Long we’ve hoped ’mid doubt and fear

Hard we’ve pressed thro’ ma­ny a bat­tle—

Now the day of peace is here.

Cheer

O cheer

the morn is break­ing!

Bright its beams of pro­mise rise;

Sing

O sing

ye heirs of Zi­on!

Hear the wel­come from the skies:

Come

ye bless­èd of My Fa­ther

Faint no more ’mid doubts and fears;

Heaven’s bright por­tal opes be­fore you;

Wait for you im­mor­tal years.