  This permanent home! O the thoughts how sublime; To chant with the angels with voices divine! To know as we’re known—how delightful the scene, Where no sin and no sorrow can there intervene. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. Dear Jesus, our guide, thou hast purchas’d this home, By thy blood-streaming side our redemption was won; Draw us by the cords, all bedew’d with thy love, Then safe we shall rest in thy bosom above. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. Our Father has told us, in accents of love, To look to the star that doth glitter above. Of the glory unfolded to saints that believe. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. |
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