First Line: My heart's in the Home-land, far, far o'er the tide,

My heart's in the Home-land, far, far o'er the tide,
Where those who are faithful shall ever abide ;
My heart's in the Home-land, that region so fair,
Where loved ones are waiting to welcome me there.

My heart's ... in the Home-land,
That region, that region so fair ; . . .
My heart's ... in the Home-land, . . .
My Saviour, my Saviour is there. . .

2 My heart's in the Home-land, and why should I fear ?
When labour is ended, a voice I shall hear,
That calls to a mansion where love never dies,
To yonder fair region beyond the blue skies.

3 My heart's in the Home-land, its valleys and hills,
Its sunshine with gladness my whole being thrills ;
I know some glad morning my spirit will soar
Away to the Home-land, and rest evermore.