The Homeland

1The homeland! O the homeland!
The land of the freeborn!
There's no night in the homeland,
But aye the fadeless morn;

RefrainI'm sighing for the homeland,
My heart is aching here;
There is no pain in the homeland
To which I'm drawing near.

2My Lord is in the homeland,
With angels bright and fair;
There's no sin in the homeland,
And no temptation there;

3The dwellers in the homeland
Are beckoning me to come,
When neither death nor sorrow
Invades their holy home;