1 I am bound for the land of the living,
O hinder me not on my way;
The sunlight is bright'ning before me,
That heralds eternity's day.
The flowers that bloom in my pathway,
Breathe odors that waft me right on;
They lure me no longer to tarry,
But welcome earth's time to be gone.
Refrain:
There's a happy home beyond this world of care;
A home above, where all is love,
And the good shall all meet there;
A home above, where all is love,
And the good shall all meet there,
2 I am weaned from this land of the dying;
Decay is enstamped everywhere;
Earth's pleasures are seeming and fleeting--
My soul has grown weak with its care.
The joy-rays of life are remembered
Like sleep-thoughts that float thro' the brain,
The flesh and the spirit are weaving,
Each striving the mastery to gain. [Refrain]
3 I am waiting the summons that bids me
No longer a pilgrim to roam,
But leave the past to this death-land,
Make the land of the living my home.
The messenger-angel stands waiting,
The signal to whisper to me,
That the place is prepared for my dwelling,
And the Master is calling for me. [Refrain]
4 The land of the living is yonder;
There life to its fullness has grown;
There sin, and temptation, and sorrow,
And sickness, and death, are unknown.
There the songs of redemption are chanted,
By a holy, harmonious band;
O, when shall I leave this clay casket,
And fly to my home in that land? [Refrain]
Coda:
Shall all meet there, shall all meet there.
Source: The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes #92