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Let us sing a sweet song
of the home of the soul,
The glorious place of our rest;
It is not far away
in the heavens untold,
But deep in the Infinite breast.
I’m at home, blessed home,
I am safe in the bosom Divine;
Oh, the home of the soul,
Thy heaven of glory is mine.
He that dwelleth in love
ever dwelleth in God,
Sweet home never clouded by fears;
And this heaven of love
is our native abode
Through time and eternity’s years.
I’m at home, blessed home,
I am safe in the bosom Divine;
Oh, the home of the soul,
Thy heaven of glory is mine.
We are only at home
in the bosom of God,
On earth or in heaven above;
Everyone who would enter
must pass through the blood,
And reign in the kingdom of love.
I’m at home, blessed home,
I am safe in the bosom Divine;
Oh, the home of the soul,
Thy heaven of glory is mine.
Do not venture the hope
that is waiting for death
To waft you to comfort and peace;
There’s no rest for a soul,
in this world or above,
Not saved in the Father’s embrace.
I’m at home, blessed home,
I am safe in the bosom Divine;
Oh, the home of the soul,
Thy heaven of glory is mine.
We will enter no door
that is opened by men
Who promise a home for the soul;
For in Christ we abide
in the church that will stand
While ages eternally roll.
I’m at home, blessed home,
I am safe in the bosom Divine;
Oh, the home of the soul,
Thy heaven of glory is mine.
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