The evening shades are falling,
The sun is sinking fast;
The Holy One is calling,
We're going home at last.

Cho. -- Going home at last;
Going home at last;
The march will soon be over,
We're going home at last.

2 The road's been long and dreary,
The toils came thick and fast;
In body weak and weary,
Were going home at last.

3 We now are nearing heaven,
And soon shall be at rest;
Our crowns will soon be given,
We're going home at last.

4 Oh, praise the Lord forever,
Our sorrows are all past;
We'll part no more, no, never;
We are at home at last.

Rev. W. Gossett.