58 Oh, home of Love! we sing of thee,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
In joyous tones of .melody,

Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
Thy skies are clear, thy fields are fair,
And flowers perfume the balmy air,
And all is bright and radiant there,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!

We know thy homes are bright and fair,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
We know our loved ones gather there,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
And troops of children dance and play,
And weave sweet flowers in garlands gay,
And gain new beauties day by day,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land.

Oh let the voices that we love,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
Speak from the radiant home above,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
Oh! let us feel the glory there
Encompass us like summer air,
And keep us from all sin and care,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!

Thy flowers shall strew our earthly way,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
Bright eyes shall make our night as day,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!
We'll tread with courage then, and faith;
For every rugged way earth hath
May be to thy dear shore a path,
Heavenly land, our heavenly land!

59 The sun shines bright in the spirit's happy home,
'Tis summer, and all is gay;

The soft wind blows, and the flowers are in bloom,
And the birds make music all the day.

The children sport on the sweet and tender grass,
So happy, and all so bright,

So we, when our toil and our sorrow all shall pass,
Will be sharers in that home of delight.

Chorus.-Weep no more in sorrow, oh! weep no more in fear:
We will sing a song of the sweet heavenly home,
The beautiful home that is near.

There they toil no more in weariness and pain,
For folly, or pleasure, or pride;

But Love is weaving her golden chain,

And is reaching her hand to guide.

So the days go by like the sunshine on the heart,

With a light and joyous tread;

The time never comes when the loving ones must part,
Or sigh for the joys that are fled.

Chorus.-Weep no more, &c.

Oh! ye heavenly ones, still gently o'er us bend,
And lead us with gentle hand;

Yet a little while, and our sorrows here will end,
Then we'll join with your happy band.

Yet a little while-then keep us brave and glad,
And give us your blessed light;

And we'll sing on our way a happy, happy song,
Of the sweet summer home so bright.

Chorus.-Weep no more, &c.

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In the twilight hours, 'mid the breath of flowers,

When the soul in silence dwells,

Sweet echoes come from the far-off Home,

Like the voice of evening bells.

Chorus-O brother! O sister! loved, joyous, free! We will walk hand in hand to the Beautiful Land, Till its golden shores we see.

There summer bright forever glows,
And love immortal beams;
There waters flow in rippling song
From life's abounding streams.
Chorus-O brother, &c.

There lilies bloom of purest white,
In hearts whom earth knew not;
souls find heavenly peace,
weary
When sorrow's work is wrought.

There

Chorus.-O brother, &c.

From the golden shore, where our loved ones stand,
While they watch with eager eyes,

Sweet voices come, and they call us home-
To the home in the radiant skies.

Chorus-O brother, &c.

O children! sing in joyous notes,
Of the blessed Angel-land;
And let us walk in Love and Truth,
Till we join that happy band.

Chorus.- brother, &c.