Kind Words ‎#91

91. Amid the hours that quickly fly

1 Amid the hours that quickly fly,
Amid the flowers that soon must die,
Amid our tears while here we roam,
How sweet the thought we're going home.

Chorus:
We're going home to that fair land,
To join a happy, sinless band;
We'll shout with joy while here we roam,
Vain world adieu, we're going home.

2 We're going home with saints to dwell,
Where angel hosts their chorus swell;
To join the glorious ransomed band,
Who stand in bliss at God's right hand. [Chorus]

3 We'll cling to Jesus in the hour
When sin and Satan use their power;
And murmur not when sorrows come,
For by and by we're going home. [Chorus]

4 No dying groans shall there be heard,
And we shall speak no parting word;
O, sinner, to our Saviour come,
And join the band that's going home. [Chorus]

Text Information

• First Line: Amid the hours that quickly fly
• Refrain First Line: We're going home to that fair land
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Notes: Hymn to the tune "I'M GOING HOME." We're going home. L. M.

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