Far beyond life’s heaving billows,

Finding home and heaven at last!

While my exiled heart is pining

To behold my Father’s face,

They, in His own brightness shining,

Beckon me to that blest place!

"Let me go! I hear them calling,

’Ho! thou weary one,—come home!’

Words which on mine ears are falling,

Wheresoever my footsteps roam,