A Song of Heaven and Homeland

1Sometimes I hear strange music, like none e'er heard before,
Come floating softly earthward as thro' heaven's open door:
It seems like angel voices, in strains of joy and love,
That swell the mighty chorus around the throne above.

RefrainO sweet, celestial music, heard from a land afar
The song of Heav'n and Homeland. Thro' doors God leaves ajar!

2Now soft, and low, and restful, it floods my soul with peace,
As if God's benediction bade all earth's troubles cease.
Then grander than the voices, of wind, and wave, and sea
It fills the dome of heaven with glorious harmony.

3This music haunts me ever, like something heard in dreams
It seems to catch the cadence of heaven'ly winds and streams.
My heart is filled with rapture, to think, some day to come,
I'll sing it with the angels, the song of heaven and home.