The homeland! O the homeland!
The
land of the free born!
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.
2
My
Lord is in the homeland,
With
angels bright and fair;
There’s
no sin in the homeland,
And
no tempation there;
The
music of the homeland
Is
ringing in my ears;
And
when I think of the hoeland
My
eyes are filled with tears;
And
when I think of the homeland
My
eyes are filled with tears
3
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.