When We Get Home (Gabriel)

When we get home from our sor­row and care

And we stand with the an­gels of light

Oh

what a meet­ing in Heav­en there’ll be

In that land with­out sha­dow or night;

Sorrow and care

tri­bu­la­tion and pain

We’ll leave

when we pass thro’ the tomb;

Clouds of des­pair

storms of tri­al and care

We shall leave for that beau­ti­ful home.

When we get home

oh

when we get home

Get home to glo­ry land

Praises we’ll sing to Je­sus

our king

A ran­somed

a glo­ri­fied band.

When we get home to the man­sions ab­ove

With the loved ones gone ov­er be­fore

Oh

who can tell what a joy that will be

There

to live and re­joice ev­er­more:

Angels will praise

the Re­deem­er will smile

And loved ones we’ll clasp by the hand;

Free from all pain

far be­yond earth­ly stain

We shall dwell in that beau­ti­ful land.

When we get home

when the morn­ing is come

And forth from the ci­ty of gold

Angels of God

com­ing down

shall call home

All of those who be­long to His fold;

Will you be there

bro­ther

loved ones to greet

Or will you for­ev­er be lost?

What is thy choice

fleet­ing plea­sures of earth

Or a home when death’s riv­er is crossed?