1.
Farewell! vain world, I'm going home,
Where there's no more stormy clouds arising;
My Savior smiles, and bids me come
Where there's no more stormy clouds arising.
2.
Sweet angels beckon me away,
Where there's no more stormy clouds arising;
To sing God's praise in endless day,
Where there's no more stormy clouds arising.
To the land, to the land, to the land I am bound,
Where there's no more stormy clouds arising.
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