A Song of Heaven and Homeland

Sometimes I hear strange mu­sic

Like none e’er heard be­fore

Come float­ing soft­ly earth­ward

As thro’ Heav’n’s op­en door:

It seems like ang­el voices

In strains of joy and love

That swell the migh­ty chorus

Around the throne above.

O sweet

ce­les­ti­al music

Heard from a land afar—

The song of Heav’n and Home­land

Thro’ doors God leaves ajar!

Now soft

and low

and rest­ful

It floods my soul with peace

As if God’s be­ne­dict­ion

Bade all earth’s trou­bles cease.

Then

grand­er than the voic­es

Of wind

and wave

and sea—

It fills the dome of Heav­en

With glo­ri­ous har­mo­ny.

This mu­sic haunts me ev­er

Like some­thing heard in dreams—

It seems to catch the ca­dence

Of heav’n­ly winds and streams.

My heart is filled with rap­ture

To think

some day to come

I’ll sing it with the an­gels—

The song of Heav’n and home.