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SAINTS' HAPPY HOME

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 25, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 8, No. 21.

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SAINTS' HAPPY HOME.

O how my heart is ever longing For that glad day; There's where my heart is ever turning, Where tears are wiped away. Bright in that future world of glory I long to reign; O how I long to swell the story, Worthy's the Lamb that was slain.
CHORUS.—All the world is dark and dreary, Everywhere I roam; O, Saviour, how my heart grows weary, Far from the saints' happy home.
I long to range those fields of pleasure That never die: There is my portion and my treasure, For which I ever sigh. Here in this world of sin and sorrow Sadly I roam, Still looking for that happy morrow, And for the saints' happy home.
CHORUS.—All the world is dark and dreary, &c.
When shall we see those loved ones rising, Who now are dead? When shall we meet with joy surprising, No pain or death to dread? Haste that happy day of meeting— Soon may it come; When parted friends, each other greeting, Meet in the saints' happy home.
CHORUS.—All the world is dark and dreary, &c. [Sel.]