1 This world of strife is not our home;
We’re bound for the evergreen shore,
That land of beauty where lov’d ones have gone,
Our lov’d ones forevermore.
Rest, rest! Forever at home,
Where pain and distress shall be o’er,
We yearn to be free in those realms to roam,
Our home on the evergreen shore.
2 They beckon on our way along!
We press for the evergreen shore;
We soon shall enter that heavenly throng
Where parting shall be no more. [Refrain]
3 There fadeless garlands ever bloom
In paths on the evergreen shore,
Where pain and sickness, bereavement and gloom,
Shall mar our repose no more. [Refrain]Source: Songs of Summerland #98