When we get home from our sor­row and care
And we stand with the an­gels of light,
Oh, what a meet­ing in Hea­ven there’ll be,
In that land with­out sha­dow or night;
Sorrow and care, tri­bu­la­tion and pain
We’ll leave, when we pass thro’ the tomb;
Clouds of des­pair, storms of tri­al and care,
We shall leave for that beau­ti­ful home.

Refrain

When we get home, oh, when we get home,
Get home to glo­ry land,
Praises we’ll sing to Je­sus, our king,
A ransomed, a glo­ri­fied band.

When we get home to the man­sions above,
With the loved ones gone ov­er be­fore,
Oh, who can tell what a joy that will be
There, to live and re­joice ev­er­more:
Angels will praise, the Re­deem­er will smile,
And loved ones we’ll clasp by the hand;
Free from all pain, far be­yond earth­ly stain,
We shall dwell in that beau­ti­ful land.

Refrain

When we get home, when the morn­ing is come,
And forth from the ci­ty of gold
Angels of God, com­ing down, shall call home
All of those who be­long to His fold;
Will you be there, bro­ther, loved ones to greet,
Or will you for­ev­er be lost?
What is thy choice, fleet­ing plea­sures of earth,
Or a home when death’s ri­ver is crossed?

Refrain