With yearning heart flaming as fire
I work to earn my great desire
To be in that glorious home of light
Where saints departed, clothe in white
Let no sorrow plague my day
No fear shall mute my say
Of his love that won my whole
How he saved my fainting soul
Let no battle my absence find
Let no duty tarry behind
For so glorious so joyous a home
Too sweet to follow but for form
Let no stone cry in my place
Let my soul not cease to praise
Till I gather at his feet
Thenceforth to be forever sweet
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