Called Home
Words by R.F. King
Music by Thomas J. Ryan
Published 1901

There is a sorrow in this vast, vast land
And millions weep for one they love;
Tear stain'd eyes on ev'ry hand
God has call'd a soul above.
Gone forevermore our joy and pride
Nevermore he'll guide our ship of state;
He's been call'd from us to stand beside
His Master at the golden gate.

[chorus]
Call'd home, call'd home, to happiness forevermore;
Call'd home, call'd home, by the Lord he did adore.
Still all my song shall be.
Nearer my God to Thee.
Nearer my God to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

There is a sorrow in each honest breast
Of statesmen far across the sea;
Peaceful be our martyr's rest
Happy for eternity.
Rest along with bravest of the brave
Rest among the martyrs gone before;
Peace be with your body in its grave
Your spirit happy evermore.

[repeat chorus]