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This is not my place of resting,
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting,
On to my eternal home.
Homeward bound! Homeward bound!
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
Mine is yon celestial city,
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, hath passed away.
Homeward bound! Homeward bound!
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
Mine is yon celestial city,
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
There the Lamb, our Shepherd, lead us,
By the streams of life along,—
On the freshest pasture feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
Homeward bound! Homeward bound!
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
Mine is yon celestial city,
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more be sad or weary,
Never more to sin again.
Homeward bound! Homeward bound!
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
Mine is yon celestial city,
Praise the Lord I'm homeward bound!
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HOMEWARD BOUND
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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