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

Words: Hugh R. Ha­weis, 1855.

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

Alternate Tune:

Arthur S. Sullivan


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.