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<h2>THE HOMELAND! O THE HOMELAND!</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“In my Father’s house are many rooms…I am going there to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_a_haweis_hr.gif" alt="Hugh Reginald Haweis (1838-1901)" width="133.333333333333" height="189.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_haweis_hr.html" target="_blank">Hugh Reginald Haweis</a>, in <em>College Hymnal</em> (1897) & the Presbyterian <em>New Psalms and Hymns</em> (Richmond, Virginia: 1901); the latter gives the date of authorship as 1855.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Homeland,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_u_sullivan_as.html" target="_blank">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a> (1843-1900) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_homeland.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_u_sullivan_as.jpg" alt="Arthur Seymour Sullivan (1842-1900)" width="131.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"></td>
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<p>The Homeland! O the Homeland! The land of souls free born!<br>
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No gloomy night is known there, but only fadeless morn:<br>
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I’m sighing for that country, my heart is aching here;<br>
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There is no pain in the Homeland to which I’m drawing near.</p>
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<p>My Lord is in the Homeland, with angels bright and fair;<br>
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No sinful thing nor evil, can ever enter there;<br>
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The music of the ransomed is ringing in my ears,<br>
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And when I think of the Homeland, my eyes are wet with tears.</p>
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<p>For loved ones in the Homeland are waiting me to come,<br>
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Where neither death nor sorrow invades their holy home:<br>
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O dear, dear native country! O rest and peace above!<br>
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Christ bring us all to the Homeland, of His eternal love.</p>
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