We’re Going Home Tomorrow

We’re go­ing home

no more to roam

No more to sin and sor­row;

No more to wear the brow of care

We’re goi­ng home to­mor­row.

We’re go­ing home

we’re go­ing home to­mor­row

We’re go­ing home

we’re go­ing home to­mor­row.

For wea­ry feet awaits a street

Of won­drous pave and gold­en;

For hearts that ache

the an­gels wake

The sto­ry

sweet and old­en.

For those who sleep

and those who weep

Above the por­tals nar­row

The man­sions rise be­yond the skies—

We’re go­ing home to­mor­row.

Oh

joy­ful song! Oh

ran­somed throng!

Where sin no more shall sev­er;

Our king to see

and

oh

to be

With Him at home for­ev­er!