436. The Homeland

The homeland! O the homeland! The land of the freeborn! There's no night in the homeland, But aye the fadeless morn; I'm sighing for the homeland, My heart is aching here; There is no pain in the homeland To which I'm drawing near; There is no pain 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 are filled with tears; And when I think of the homeland My eyes are filled with tears. The dwellers in the homeland Are beckoning me to come, Where neither death nor sorrow Invades their holy home; O dear, dear native country! O rest and peace above! Christ bring us all to the homeland Of Thy redeeming love; Christ bring us all to the homeland Of Thy redeeming love.