When the Ransomed Get Home

Verse 1

When the ransom'd get home to that land fair and bright, Where the lov'd ones now wait 'mid the scenes of delight, What a joy it will be to be numbered up there, With the faithful and true, in that home bright and fair.

Chorus

When the ransom'd get home, what a joy it will be, To be gathered up there, blessed Saviour, with thee, Where no partings e'er come, and we nevermore roam; In that beautiful land, when the ransom'd get home.

Verse 2

When the ransom'd shall rise to the glorious bliss, Of that land far away, fairer, brighter than this; What a shouting will sound thro' heaven's fair dome, On that beautiful shore, when the ransom'd get home.

Verse 3

When the ransom'd cross o'er to the bright golden plains, What a beautiful song, what melodious strains, Will be wafted away 'mid the domes of the sky, When the ransom'd get home in the sweet by and by.