Home of the Soul

1

If for the prize we have striven,

After our labors are o'er,

Rest to our souls will be given,

On the eternal shore.

2

Yes, a sweet rest is remaining

For the true children of God,

Where there will be no complaining,

Never a chast'ning rod.

3

Soon, the bright homeland adorning,

We shall behold the glad dawn;

Lean on the Lord till the morning,

Trust till the night is gone.

CHORUS

Home of the soul, beautiful home,

There we shall rest, never to roam;

Free from all care, happy and bright,

Jesus is there, He is the light!

Oft, in the storm, lonely are we,

Sighing for home, longing for Thee.

Beautiful home of the ransomed 

Beside the crystal sea.

James Rowe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sStXfLPss14&list=RDsStXfLPss14&start_radio=1

Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours. ~Revelation 14:13

For if Jesus had given them rest, then would he not afterward have spoken of another day. There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God. For he that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from his. ~Hebrews 4:8-10