Home of the Soul (Rowe)

If for the prize we have striv­en

After our la­bors are o’er

Rest to our souls will be giv­en

On the eter­nal shore.

Home of the soul

beau­ti­ful home

There we shall rest

ne­ver to roam;

Free from all care

hap­py and bright

Jesus is there

He is the light!

Oft

in the storm

lone­ly are we

Sighing for home

long­ing for Thee

Beautiful home of the ran­somed

Beside the crys­tal sea.

Yes

a sweet rest is re­main­ing

For the true child­ren of God

Where there will be no com­plain­ing

Never a chas­ten­ing rod.

Soon

the bright home­land ad­orn­ing

We shall be­hold the glad dawn;

Lean on the Lord till the morn­ing

Trust till the night is gone.