Author: Brandi With An I
•8:45 AM

If for the prize we have striven
After our labors are o'er
Rest to our souls will be given
On that eternal shore

Home of the soul
Beautiful home
There we shall rest
Never to roam
Free from all care
Happy and bright
Jesus is there
He is the light
Oft in the storm
Lonely are we 
Sighing for home
Longing for thee
Beautiful home of the ransomed
Beside the crystal sea


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