170. AT HOME ’TIS WELL!
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Author: Johann Heinrich Karl Hengstenberg (1770-1834)
Composer: Hans Georg Nägeli (1773-1836)
Author: Johann Heinrich Karl Hengstenberg (1770-1834)
Composer: Hans Georg Nägeli (1773-1836)
1. At Home, ’tis well!
There shall the pilgrim tarry,
When tired and worn by sorrow, grief, and strife;
In heav’n, when the hard race of earthly life
Is run, the long-borne load no more he’ll carry.
2. At Home, ’tis well!
With God in close relation,
The soul forgets the sorrow it has borne,
With pains o’ercome on that bright, golden morn,
Rejoices in our God’s sublime salvation.
3. At Home, ’tis well!
There palms of peace abounding
Are gently cooling us, hot from the strife;
O’ercome now are all pains of pilgrim life;
The cries of fear give way to psalms resounding.
4. At Home, ’tis well!
There God in adoration
Adorns each victor’s brow with wreath of gold.
All who believe and hope like those of old
Sing praise and thanks in highest exultation.
5. At Home, ’tis well!
Then let us hasten thither
Through pain and death on to our homeland shore!
On, boldly on! When this short life is o’er,
New life will bloom for us and never wither.
There shall the pilgrim tarry,
When tired and worn by sorrow, grief, and strife;
In heav’n, when the hard race of earthly life
Is run, the long-borne load no more he’ll carry.
2. At Home, ’tis well!
With God in close relation,
The soul forgets the sorrow it has borne,
With pains o’ercome on that bright, golden morn,
Rejoices in our God’s sublime salvation.
3. At Home, ’tis well!
There palms of peace abounding
Are gently cooling us, hot from the strife;
O’ercome now are all pains of pilgrim life;
The cries of fear give way to psalms resounding.
4. At Home, ’tis well!
There God in adoration
Adorns each victor’s brow with wreath of gold.
All who believe and hope like those of old
Sing praise and thanks in highest exultation.
5. At Home, ’tis well!
Then let us hasten thither
Through pain and death on to our homeland shore!
On, boldly on! When this short life is o’er,
New life will bloom for us and never wither.
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