The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 438t

Missouri

Lyrics

O land of rest, for thee I sigh,
When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell at peace at home.

No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful shelt’ring dome;
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.