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Home of the Soul
If for the prize we have striven, After our labors are o'er, Rest to our souls will be given, On the eternal shore.
Home of the soul, beautiful home, there we shall rest, never to roam; Free from all care, happy and bright, Jesus is there, He is the light! Oft, in the storm, lonely are we, sighing for home, longing for Thee, Beautiful home of the ransomed, beside the crystal sea.
Yes, a sweet rest is remaining, For the true children of God, Where there will be no complaining, Never a chastening rod.
Home of the soul, beautiful home, there we shall rest, never to roam; Free from all care, happy and bright, Jesus is there, He is the light! Oft, in the storm, lonely are we, sighing for home, longing for Thee, Beautiful home of the ransomed, beside the crystal sea.
Soon, the bright homeland adorning, We shall behold the glad dawn; Lean on the Lord till the morning, Trust till the night is gone.
Home of the soul, beautiful home, there we shall rest, never to roam; Free from all care, happy and bright, Jesus is there, He is the light! Oft, in the storm, lonely are we, sighing for home, longing for Thee, Beautiful home of the ransomed, beside the crystal sea.