We’ve journeyed many a day
Upon an ocean wide,
Amid the mist and spray
Of many a surging tide;
But, lo! the land is near!
For just beyond the foam
I see it bright and clear,
The light of home, sweet home.

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There’s a light upon the shore, brother,
It flashes from the strand;
The night is almost o’er, brother,
The haven’s just at hand.

We’ve had our storms of doubt,
Our rains of bitter tears,
Our fightings fierce without,
Within our anxious fears;
But, lo! the storms are past,
They cannot reach us more;
We’ve sighted land at last,
The blessèd stormless shore.

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O land of calmest rest,
Where suns no more go down!
O haven of the blest,
With bliss and glo­ry crowned!
No more the storm, the dark,
The breakers and the foam,
No more the wail, for hark!
We hear the songs of home.

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