They are all, all there, they have crossed the tide,
And their bark is moored on the oth­er side;
They have said fare­well to the shat­tered sail
That was rent and torn by the stor­my gale.

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They are home, safe home, o’er the oceans’ foam,
Nevermore to weep, nev­er­more to roam;
O the palms they wave, and the robes they wear!
They are home, home, they’re all there.

They are all, all there, in the soul’s bright land,
And they wait for us on the gold­en strand;
They have looked their last on the set­ting sun,
For their voy­age is o’er, and their life­work done.

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They are all, all there, at the Sav­ior’s feet,
And they dwell with Him in com­mun­ion sweet;
For they hear His voice, and they see His face,
And they praise His name for re­deem­ing grace.

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They are all, all there, but we lin­ger still,
Yet our faith looks up to the heav’n­ly hill;
And we know for us there are man­sions fair
In our Fa­ther’s house when we all meet there.

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