Nearing the Homeland

In Heav­en’s fair por­tals

They’re wait­ing for me

Where sick­ness and sor­row are o’er;

Where hope’s bright­est dream

A ful­fill­ment will find

On the bright

gold­en heav­en­ly shore.

Nearing the home­land

Fair hav­en of rest

Joy for the sad ones who weep;

Our an­chor we’ll cast

We’re near­ing the port

No more on the wild

rest­less deep.

We think of the rest

Of the peo­ple of God

That waits all the faith­ful and true;

Our tra­vel-stained gar­ments

Will there be ex­changed

For a beau­ti­ful gar­ment of new.

And there

face to face

Our dear Sav­ior we’ll meet

The veil shall be tak­en away;

No night dims the bright­ness

Our eyes shall be­hold

In that land that is fair­er than day.