In My Father’s house are many rooms…I am going there to prepare a place for you.@John 14:2
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Hugh R. Haweis (1838-1901)

Hugh R. Haweis, 1855.

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

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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.