58 Oh, home of Love! we sing of thee, Heavenly land, our heavenly land! We know thy homes are bright and fair, Oh let the voices that we love, Thy flowers shall strew our earthly way, 59 The sun shines bright in the spirit's happy home, The soft wind blows, and the flowers are in bloom, The children sport on the sweet and tender grass, So we, when our toil and our sorrow all shall pass, Chorus.-Weep no more in sorrow, oh! weep no more in fear: There they toil no more in weariness and pain, But Love is weaving her golden chain, And is reaching her hand to guide. So the days go by like the sunshine on the heart, With a light and joyous tread; The time never comes when the loving ones must part, Chorus.-Weep no more, &c. Oh! ye heavenly ones, still gently o'er us bend, Yet a little while, and our sorrows here will end, Yet a little while-then keep us brave and glad, And we'll sing on our way a happy, happy song, Chorus.-Weep no more, &c. 60 In the twilight hours, 'mid the breath of flowers, When the soul in silence dwells, Sweet echoes come from the far-off Home, Like the voice of evening bells. Chorus-O brother! O sister! loved, joyous, free! We will walk hand in hand to the Beautiful Land, Till its golden shores we see. There summer bright forever glows, There lilies bloom of purest white, There Chorus.-O brother, &c. From the golden shore, where our loved ones stand, Sweet voices come, and they call us home- Chorus-O brother, &c. O children! sing in joyous notes, Chorus.- brother, &c. |