When I Go Home

1 A little while, and then the summer Day,
When I go Home;
’Tis lonesome winter now, but ’twill be May,
When I go Home;
Beyond the gloom of moor and fen I see
The welcome warm of those who wait for me,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

2 Work ceases not in sunshine or in show’r,
Till I go Home;
But in the stillness of the twilight hour,
I dream of Home;
And when the night-wind moans across the wold,
I feel no dread of dark, or chill of cold —
I dream of Home, I dream of Home.

3 All will be well, and all be happiness,
When I go Home;
The wanderings all o’er, and loneliness,
When I go Home;
There will be light at eventide for me,
The light that never was on land or sea,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

4 I’ll meet the loved ones I have lost awhile,
When I go Home;
And, best of all, I’ll see my Savior smile,
When I go Home;
Oh, what a joy thro’ all eternity,
To sing the praise of Him who died for me,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #99

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #7321