Classic Poem

This earth is not my home;
A pilgrim here,
I journey on from year, to year,
Still longing for the time to come,
The welcome day,
When my dear Lord to me will say,
" Come home, my child, come home, "
When my dear Lord to me shall say,
" Come home, my child, come home. "
This earth is not my home;
With staff in hand,
An alien in an alien land,
'Mid scenes of joy and grief I roam,
Nor heed what cheer,
If only I his voice may hear,
" Come home, my child, come home, "
If only This voice may hear,
" Come home, my child, come home. "
This earth is not my home;
For me there waits,
With jasper walls and pearly gates,
In realms of light beyond the tomb,
A city fair;
E'en now, he bids me welcome, there,
" Come home, my child, come home, "
E'en now he bids me welcome there,
" Come home, my child, come home. "