Charles E. Orr V1 V2 V3 [V1] Oh, home of my soul In that far away goal, Each day brings me nearer to thee; The great throne so white, And my crown shining bright, Mine eyes ever longing to see. [V2] A musical strain From that far distant plain Now sweeps gently over my soul; And waves of sweet peace In my heart shall increase, While years of eternity roll. [V3] The day will soon come When we’ll all gather home, As pilgrims no more we shall roam; Ah, whom shall we see? And what joy will it be To meet with the dear ones at home!