Gliding O’er Life’s Fitful Waters,
Heavy Surges Sometimes Roll ;
And We Sigh For Yonder Haven,
For The Home-Land Of The Soul.

Blessed Home-Land, Ever Fair I
Sin Can Never Enter There ;
But The Soul, To Life Awaking,
Everlasting Joy Shall Share.

Oft We Catch A Faint Reflection
Of Its Bright And Vernal Hills ;
And Though Distant, How We Hail It !
How Each Heart With Rapture Thrills !

To Our Father, And Our Saviour,
To The Spirit, Three In One,
We Shall Sing Glad Songs Of Triumph
When Our Harvest Work Is Done.

‘Tis The Weary Pilgrim’s Home-Land,
Where Each Throbbing Care Shall Cease,
And Our Longings And Our Yearnings,
Like The Waves, Be Hushed To Peace.

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