The Homeland! O the Homeland!

The Home­land! O the Home­land!

The land of souls free born!

No gloomy night is known there

But on­ly fade­less morn:

I’m sigh­ing for that coun­try

My heart is ach­ing here;

There is no pain in the Home­land

To which I’m draw­ing near.

My Lord is in the Home­land

With an­gels bright and fair;

No sin­ful thing nor ev­il

Can ev­er en­ter there;

The mu­sic of the ran­somed

Is ring­ing in my ears

And when I think of the Home­land

My eyes are wet with tears.

For loved ones in the Home­land

Are wait­ing me to come

Where nei­ther death nor sor­row

Invades their ho­ly home:

O dear

dear na­tive coun­try!

O rest and peace above!

Christ bring us all to the Home­land

Of His eter­nal love.