1 How many sad partings we have on earth’s shore,
Yet there is a country where friends part no more;
There from those who love us no more will we roam,
No more sad farewells when we all meet at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
In mansions of glory we’ll all meet at home.
2 There death cannot enter to spread his alarms,
Our dear ones of earth are not torn from our arms;
No more the pale boatman will sail o’er the foam
To bear us away, when we all meet at home. [Refrain]
3 Why should these brief partings bring tears to our eyes?
We’ll soon be united to dwell in the skies;
With joy we will gather above yonder dome,
And make heaven ring when we all meet at home. [Refrain]
4 There Christ is preparing a mansion so fair,
And soon He will call us to dwell with Him there;
With joy we will go when we hear Him say “come,”
To dwell evermore in that beautiful home. [Refrain]
Source: Uplifted Voices: a 20th century hymn book for sunday-schools and devotional meetings #131