[Music]
When for eternal worlds we steer,
And seas are calm and skies are clear;
And faith in lively exercise,
And distant hills of Canaan rise;
The soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm going home, I'm going home;
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm going home.
With cheerful hope his eyes explore
Each landmark on the distant shore;
The trees of life, the pasture green,
The crystal stream, delightful scene.
Again for joy she plumes her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings:
I'm almost home, I'm almost home!
And loud her lovely sonnet sings:
I'm almost home.
The nearer still she draws to land,
More eager all her pow'rs expand;
With steady helm and free bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the vale.
And now for joy she folds her wings
And her celestial sonnet sings:
I'm home at last, I'm home at last!
And her celestial sonnet sings:
I'm home at last!
She meets with those who're gone before,
On heaven's high and genial shore
Around the dear Redeemer's feet,
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
And loud they shout: Our God and King!
And ceaseless hallelujahs sing,
We're safe at last! We're safe at last!
And ceaseless hallelujahs sing,
We're safe at last!
The song is attributed in the _Southern Harmony_ to Wm. M. Caudill and
Wm. Walker. The tune bears some resemblance to 'Liverpool' in this
collection. The song is found also in REV 396, entitled 'Sonnet'.
No. 7
LIVERPOOL or SOLEMN ADDRESS TO YOUNG PEOPLE, OSH 37