When We Get Home (Cheaney)

When we get home

O bless­èd hope!

We speak the words with tremb­ling tongue

While in this world of sin we grope

Where heads are bowed and hearts are wrung.

When we get home

when we get home

To heav’n­ly lands and man­sions fair

When we have crossed cold Jor­dan’s foam

How sweet will be our wel­come there.

When we get home

O sweet re­lease

From sin and sor­row

pain and tears

To feel the calm of per­fect peace

And know all joy thro’ end­less years.

When we get home

O rich re­ward

To meet our loved ones gone be­fore

To feel the pre­sence of our Lord

And know the love that shall en­dure.