Home of the Soul (Gates)

I will sing you a song of that beau­ti­ful land

The far away home of the soul

Where no storms ever beat on the glit­ter­ing strand

While the years of eter­ni­ty roll

While the years of eter­ni­ty roll;

Where no storms ev­er beat on the glit­ter­ing strand

While the years of eter­ni­ty roll.

Oh

that home of the soul! In my vi­sions and dreams

Its bright

jas­per walls I can see;

Till I fan­cy but thin­ly the veil in­ter­venes

Between the fair ci­ty and me

Between the fair ci­ty and me;

Till I fancy but thin­ly the veil in­ter­venes

Between the fair ci­ty and me.

That un­change­able home is for you and for me

Where Je­sus of Na­za­reth stands;

The King of all king­doms for­ev­er is He

And He hold­eth our crowns in His hands

And He hold­eth our crowns in His hands;

The King of all king­doms for­ev­er is He

And He hold­eth our crowns in His hands.

Oh

how sweet it will be in that beau­ti­ful land

So free from all sor­row and pain

With songs on our lips and our harps in our hands

To meet one an­oth­er again

To meet one an­oth­er again;

With songs on our lips and our harps in our hands

To meet one an­oth­er again.