1 How many sad partings we have on earth’s shore,
Yet there is a country where friends part no more;
There from those who love us no more will we roam,
No more sad farewells when we all meet at home.
Refrain:
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
In mansions of glory we’ll all meet at home.
2 There death cannot enter to spread his alarms,
Our dear ones of earth are not torn from our arms;
No more the pale boatman will sail o’er the foam
To bear us away, when we all meet at home. [Refrain]
3 Why should these brief partings bring tears to our eyes?
We’ll soon be united to dwell in the skies;
With joy we will gather above yonder dome,
And make heaven ring when we all meet at home. [Refrain]
4 There Christ is preparing a mansion so fair,
And soon He will call us to dwell with Him there;
With joy we will go when we hear Him say “come,”
To dwell evermore in that beautiful home. [Refrain]
Source: Uplifted Voices: a 20th century hymn book for sunday-schools and devotional meetings #131