1. He will bring me home in His own good time,
Then why should the way seem long?
I will trust His word and no more re­pine,
And the hours be­guile with song.

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To the promised land of love,
To those man­sions built ab­ove,
There I’ll see my Sav­ior’s face;
In the pa­ra­dise of God,
Washed and cleansed in Je­sus’ blood,
I shall sing His won­drous grace.

2. He will not for­get, tho’ He tar­ry long,
He will sure­ly come again;
He has called me His, and my faith is strong
I shall some day with Him reign.

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3. I will glad­ly go to the pro­mised land
When the King of Glo­ry comes;
With the saints red­eemed and an an­gel band
I shall hear those glad wel­comes.

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