170. At Home ‘Tis Good

1. At home ‘tis good!
For there the pilgrim resteth,
Who hear midst trials and labor long hath wrought;
There resting after many trials fought,
Forever in the heavenly Father’s mansions.

2. At home ‘tis good!
Soon in the Father’s presence
The child forgets the hardship it has borne;
With pains o’ercome, on that bright golden morn,
Rejoices in the dawn of life eternal.

3. At home ‘tis good!
There palms of peace now greet us,
And gentle cooling follows heat of strife;
O’ercome now are all pains of pilgrim-life,
And cries of fear give way to psalms resounding.

4. At home ‘tis good!
A crown is there adorning,
From God’s own hand each faithful victor’s brow;
And all who lived in hope and faith below
With praises till eternity’s bright morning.

5. At home ‘tis good!
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.