220. The Homeland.

The Homeland! O the Homeland!
The land of the freeborn!
There’s no night in the Homeland,
But aye the fadeless morn;
I’m sighing for the Homeland,
My heart is aching here;
There is no pain in the Homeland,
To which I’m drawing near;
There is no pain in the Homeland,
To which I’m drawing near.

My Lord is in the Homeland,
With angels bright and fair;
There’s no sin the Homeland,
And no temptation there;
The music of the Homeland,
Is ringing in my ears;
And when I think of the Homeland,
My eyes are filled with tears;
And when I think of the Homeland,
My eyes are filled with tears.

The dwellers in the Homeland,
Are beck’ning 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 Thy redeeming love;
Christ bring us all to the Homeland,
Of Thy redeeming love.