Of this earth-land I am weary,
One of God’s great pilgrim band;
Oft in pathways worn and weary,
Seeking for my dear home land.
Yet by one glad promise given,
I am waiting day by day
For that sweet sometime of Heaven,
When the years have rolled away!
In my waking or my sleeping,
I am dreaming o’er and o’er
Of the joys in God’s own keeping,
Of the happiness in store.
Tho’ my dearest hopes may perish,
Tho’ my eyes are dim with tears,
This by faith my heart will cherish
Thro’ the passing of the years.
Homesick heart, be not repining,
Be thou patient here a while;
Thou shalt see God’s welcome shining
Just beyond the last long mile.