The Homeland! The Homeland! The land of the free-born— There's no night in the Homeland, But aye the fadeless mom. I'm sighing for the Homeland,— My heart is aching here; There's no night in the Homeland To which I'm drawing near.
My Lord is in the Homeland, With angels bright and fair; There's no sin in the Homeland, And no temptation there. The music of the Homeland Is ringing in my ears; And when I think of the Homeland, My eyes gush out with tears.
For those I love in the Homeland Are calling me away, To the rest and peace of the Homeland, And the life beyond decay. There's no death in the Homeland— There's no sorrow above! Christ bring us all to the Homeland Of His eternal love!