Oft I read about a home
Where no sin nor death can come,
And I'm pressing on to that eternal shore;
Shall I see you over there,
'Mid its beauties glad and fair,
Will you meet me where
they say good-bye no more?
Beautiful to be with God
In the ever blest abode.
Saints and angels there His holy name adore.
Are you gladly pressing on
To the never-fading dawn
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