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In That Home of the Soul
Soon the toils of life will cease, Then no sorrow we shall know, In that home of the soul; There we'll dwell in joy and peace, Robed in garments white as snow, In that home of the soul.
Blessed thought, there to dwell, In that home of the soul; Endless praise we shall swell, In that home of the soul.
There the Savior we shall see, And His glory ever share, In that home of the soul; Reunited we shall be, With the ransomed over there, In that home of the soul.
Blessed thought, there to dwell, In that home of the soul; Endless praise we shall swell, In that home of the soul.
While the ages onward roll, Round the shining throne we'll sing, In that home of the soul; With the angels we'll extol, Him, the Christ, our Lord, and King, In that home of the soul.
Blessed thought, there to dwell, In that home of the soul; Endless praise we shall swell, In that home of the soul.