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We’re going home, no more to roam,
No more to sin and sorrow;
No more to wear the brow of care,
We’re going home tomorrow.
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow,
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow.
For weary feet awaits a street
Of wondrous pave and golden;
For hearts that ache, the angels wake
The story, sweet and olden.
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow,
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow.
For those who sleep,
and those who weep,
Above the portals narrow,
The mansions rise beyond the skies—
We’re going home tomorrow.
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow,
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow.
Oh, joyful song! Oh, ransomed throng!
Where sin no more shall sever;
Our King to see, and, oh, to be
With Him at home forever!
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow,
We’re going home,
we’re going home tomorrow.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1894
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 5:8;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WE'RE GOING HOME TOMORROW
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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