Yearning for the Homeland
By Worthie Harris Holden
I AM longing for the homeland
And its rest from sin and strife;
I am yearning for the welcome
With its warmth of light and life;
And the days seem long and weary
’Mid the earth scenes dark and dreary
While I wait till my Redeemer comes
With angel guards for me. O, I long to speed the story
Of the coming of my King,
Until all who love my Saviour
Hear with joy the welkin ring!
Though the waiting-time is weary,
And the midnight darkness dreary,
I rejoice; for soon the morning dawns
To all eternity. O the homeland, blessed homeland,
With its bliss beyond compare!
How our ardent souls are yearning
For the joys that wait us there!
And we haste to barge our treasure
On the river of Thy pleasure
For the home where joy shall wake
our song
Throughout eternity.