Home, home, beameth before us!

Home, home, beameth before us!When, when, shall we be there?Long, long, here we have wandered,Burdened with sorrow and care:Home, home, home, home,—Sorrow breathes not in its air.

Home, home, there in thy bowers,Sweet, sweet music shall swell;Sin, sin, never can enter;Peace in each bosom shall dwell:Home, home, home, home,—Peace in each bosom shall dwell.

Home, home, rest to the weary,Peace, peace, to the torn breast;Hope, hope, hope of the erring;There in thy bosom we'll rest!Home, home, home, home,—There will the wanderers rest.

Home, home, bliss to the parted;Friends, friends, meet on its shore;Here, here, lonely they've left us;Soon we'll be parted no more:Home, home, home, home,—Friends will be parted no more.

Home, home, let us now hasten,See, see, angels above!Hark! hark! now do they call us,Home to their dwelling of love:Home, home, home, home,—Home of our Father's kind love.