Blessed Homeland

Verse 1

Gliding o'er life's fitful waters, Heavy surges sometimes roll; And we sigh for yonder haven, For the Home-land of the soul.

Chorus

Blessed Home-land, ever fair! Sin can never enter there; But the soul, to life awaking, Everlasting bloom shall wear.

Verse 2

To our Father, and our Saviour, To the Spirit, Three in One, We shall sing glad songs of triumph When our harvest work is done.

Verse 3

'Tis the weary pilgrim's Home-land, Where each throbbing pain shall cease, And our longings and our triumph When our harvest work is done.