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472 – A Song of Heaven and Homeland

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Sometimes I hear strange music,

Like none e’er heard before,

Come floating softly earthward

As thro’ heav’n’s open door:

It seems like angel voices,

In strains of and love,

That swell the mighty chorus

Around the throne above.

Refrain

O sweet, celestial music,

Heard from a land afar

The song of Heav’n and Homeland,

Thro’ doors God leaves ajar!

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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.

3

This music haunts me ever,

Like something heard in dreams

It seems to catch the cadence

Of heav’nly winds and streams,

My heart is filled with rapture,

To think, some day to come,

I’ll sing it with the angels

The song of heav’n and home.