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The Home Land is Calling for Me

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 30, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 52.

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The Home Land is Calling for Me

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE
O, I LONG for one glimpse of life's river, Whose waves beat the bright golden shore; Where flowers are fadeless forever, And friends will be parted no more! And prophecies glad are revealing The joys that in heaven I'll see; But deep in my heart is the feeling That the home land is calling for me.
That city of love, sweet and tender, Gleams bright in the highlands of heaven; Within rules the King in his splendor; By him will the “white robes” be given. No shadows e'er fall on that city, From the gloom of the earth it is free; And I feel in my heart that in pity The home land is calling for me.
Above are the evergreen mountains, Enwrapped in the azure of heaven, While the music of pure, crystal fountains Speaks peace to the nations forgiven. Their praises to Jesus are pealing, They will stand on the shores of life's sea; And deep in my heart is the feeling That the home land is calling for me.
Moline, Ill.