472 - A Song of Heaven and Homeland

Sometimes I hear strange music,
Like none e’er heard before,
Come floating softly earthward
As thro’ heav’ns open door:
It seems like an angel voices,
In strains of joy and love,
That swell the mighty chorus
Around the throne above.


O sweet, celestial music,

Heard from a land afar–

the song of Heav’n and Homeland,

Thro’ doors God leaves ajar!

Now soft, and low, and restful,
It floods my soul with peace,
As if God’s benediction
Bade all earth’s troubles cease.
Then grander than the voices,
Of wind, and wave, and sea–
It fills the dome of heaven
With glorious harmony.

This music haunts me ever,
Like something heard in dreams–
It seems catch the cadence
Of heav’nly wind and streams.
My heart is filled with rapture,
To think, someday to come,
I’ll sing it with the angles–
The song of heav’n and home.