O Homeland! O Homeland! No Lonely Heart Is There,
No Rush Of Blinding Anguish, No Slowly Dropping Tear:
Now, Like An Infant Crying Its Mother’s Face To See,
O Blessed, Blessed Homeland, I Stretch My Arms To Thee !

O Homeland! O Homeland! Whose Joy No Tongue Can Tell,
No Sighing Of The Weary, No More The Sad Farewell ;
But Sound Of Children’s Voices, And Shout Of Saintly Song,
Are Heard Thy Happy Highways And
Golden Streets Along.

O Homeland ! O Homeland ! The Vail Is Very Thin
That Stretches Thy Fair Meadows And
This Cold World Between :
A Breath Aside May Blow It, A Heart
Throb Burst It Through,
And Bring, In One Glad Moment, The
Pearly Gates In View.

O Homeland ! O Homeland ! One Chief Of All Thy Band,
One Altogether Lovely, One Lord Of All The Land,
Now Standeth At Thy Portals To Welcome There His Bride,
And, Resting On His Bosom, I Shall Be Satisfied.