When for eternal worlds we steer,
And seas are calm, and skies are clear,
And faith in lively exercise,
And distant hills of Canaan rise.
The soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm going home, I'm going home,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm going home.
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