Scripture Verse

In My Fa­ther’s house are many rooms…I am going there to prepare a place for you. John 14:2


Hugh R. Haweis (1838–1901)

Words: Hugh R. Ha­weis, 1855.

Music: Home­land (Sul­li­van) Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, 1867 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Arthur S. Sullivan (1842–1900)


The Home­land! O the Home­land!
The land of souls free born!
No gloomy night is known there,
But on­ly fade­less morn:
I’m sigh­ing for that coun­try,
My heart is ach­ing here;
There is no pain in the Home­land
To which I’m draw­ing near.

My Lord is in the Home­land,
With an­gels bright and fair;
No sin­ful thing nor ev­il,
Can ev­er en­ter there;
The mu­sic of the ran­somed
Is ring­ing in my ears,
And when I think of the Home­land,
My eyes are wet with tears.

For loved ones in the Home­land
Are wait­ing 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 His eter­nal love.