1 O the home of the soul,
Where the bright waters roll,
Of the river of life ‘mid the fair growing flow’rs.
‘Tis the land of the blest,
‘Tis the place of my rest,
And I long to be there in its calm quiet bow’rs.

Chorus:
Oh the joy, the delight,
Where the tree of life shall its healing leaves shed.
Where no sun giveth light,
For the lamb of God is its glory instead.

2 All the gates stand ajar
Where the worshippers are,
And the ransomed of God sound his praises afar.
And their white garments gleam,
Like a moon-lighted stream,
Or the soft-falling rays of a beautiful star. [Chorus]

3 Come away to that land
Where the safe gathered band,
Praise the Lord by the work of each love-guided hand.
Neither sorrow or fears,
Neither sickness or tears,
Neither parting or death on the joy-girded strand. [Chorus]