O Homeland! O Homeland!
No lonely heart is there,
No rush of blinding anguish,
No slowly dropping tear:
Now like an infant crying
Its mother’s face to see,
O Mother land, O Homeland!
I stretch my arms to thee!

O Homeland! O Homeland!
No moaning of the sick,
No crying of the weary,
No sighing of the weak.
But sound of children’s voices,
And shout of saintly song,
Are heard thy happy highways
And golden streets along.

O Homeland! O Homeland!
The veil is very thin
That stretches thy dear meadows
And this cold world between;
A breath aside may blow it,
A heartthrob burst it through,
And bring in one glad moment
Thy happy lands to view.

O Homeland! O Homeland!
One—Chief of all thy band,
One—altogether lovely,
One—Lord of all the land,
Stands, eager at the gateway;
The Bridegroom waits His bride;
And resting on His bosom,
I shall be satisfied.