Thro’ time’s ever changing seasons,
                                        
                                        I am pressing t’ward the goal;
                                        
                                        ’Tis my heart’s sweet native country,
                                        
                                        ’Tis the homeland of my soul;
                                        
                                        Many loved ones, clothed with beauty,
                                        
                                        In those wondrous glories share;
                                        
                                        When I rise, redeemed, forgiven,
                                        
                                        I shall be no stranger there.