Life At Home

1A LIFE in the future world,
A home that shall never cloy;
A home where the saints shall sing,
And swell the rapturous joy.
Here, the whole creation groans,
With sighs and plaintive moans;
Lord let thy kingdom come,
And gather the faithful home.

RefrainThe prophets sought this home,
But died without the sight:
As pilgrims here they roam'd,
And never saw the light.
The light, the light,
They never saw the light.

2Great God in mercy hear
The remnant, now they cry;
Compassionate their tears,
And save them, lest they die.
O, let the trumpet sound,
And all the saints awake,
And with bright glory crown'd,
The new possession take.
The prophets sought, &c.

3O, let the North give up–
The East and West obey;
The South her daughters bring–
Thy sons from far away.
Let the earth give up her slain,
The sea resign her dead,
And all the saints appear,
Triumphant with their Head.
The prophets sought, &c.