Living Hymns ‎#92

92. Home at Last

1 Hark the song of holy rapture,
Hear it break from yonder strand,
Where our friends for us are waiting,
In the golden summer land;
They have reach'd the port of glory,
O’er the Jordan they have passed,
And with millions they are shouting,
Home at last, home at last:
And with millions they are shouting,
Home at last, home at last.

2 Oh, the long and sweet reunion,
Where the bells of time shall cease,
Oh, the greeting, endless greeting,
On the vernal heights of peace;
Where the hoping and desponding
Of the weary heart are past,
And we enter life eternal,--
Home at last, home at last:
And we enter life eternal,--
Home at last, home at last.

3 Look beyond, the skies are clearing;
See, the mist dissolves away;
Soon our eyes will catch the dawning
Of a bright, celestial day;
Soon the shadows will be lifted
That around us now are cast,
And rejoicing we shall gather
Home at last, home at last:
And rejoicing we shall gather
Home at last, home at last.

Text Information

• First Line: Hark the song of holy rapture
• Title: Home at Last
• Author: Fanny J. Crosby
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Copyright: Copyright, 1882, by John J. Hood.

Tune Information

• Name: [Hark the song of holy rapture]
• Composer (melody): M. Lindsay
• Arranger: W. J. K.
• Key: F Major or modal