Thy sunshine on her joyful way
Thy freedom on her wings.
Moore.
819
C. M. D.
Heaven is my home.
I have no resting-place on earth
On which to fix my love;
But O! my heart is yearning for
The promised rest above.
Thy sunshine on her joyful way
Thy freedom on her wings.
Moore.
C. M. D.
Heaven is my home.
I have no resting-place on earth
On which to fix my love;
But O! my heart is yearning for
The promised rest above.