Wandering Home / Time

Wandering Home We are wandering home, as time glideth by, And weaveth its garland of years, To a beautiful home, and better by far Than the one in this valley of tears. We are wandering home by the same old way Our fathers before us have trod, The shadow of death and the city beyond: The glorious city of God. We are wandering home o'er a stormy plain Replete with temptation and sin, To a beautiful fold, where wardens await To welcome each wanderer in. We are wandering home, yes wandering...