Sabbath Psalm (Revision of John Peterson’s hymn ‘When We All Get Home’)
Though like pilgrims here we wander,
It is wonderful to ponder,
All the blessings waiting yonder,
When we all get home.
There will be no pain nor dying,
No more doubt, no more denying,
No more sounds of anxious sighing,
When we all get home.
Only heaven’s bliss before us,
Only glory shining o’er us,
Leading angel choirs in chorus,
When we all get home.