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.