Out of the shadows of sadness, Into the sunshine of gladness, Into the light of the blest； Out of a land very dreary¹, Out of a world very weary, Into the rapture² of rest.

    Out of to-day's sin and sorrow, Into a blissful to-morrow, Into a day without gloom； Out of a land filled with sighing, Land of the dead and the dying, Into a land without tomb.

    Out of a life of commotion³, Tempest-swept oft as the ocean, Dark with the wrecks⁵ drifting o'er； Into a land calm and quiet, Never a storm cometh nigh it, Never a wreck⁴ on its shore.

    Out of a land in whose bowers⁶ Perish and fade all the flowers： Out of the land of decay, Into the Eden where fairest Of flowerets, and sweetest and rarest, Never shall wither⁷ away.

    Out of the world of the wailing⁸ Thronged¹⁰ with the anguished¹¹ and ailing⁹； Out of the world of the sad, Into the world that rejoices —— World of bright visions and voices —— Into the world of the glad.

    Out of a life ever mournful, Out of a land very lornful, Where in bleak¹² exile we roam, Into a joy-land above us, Where there's a Father to love us —— Into our home —— "Sweet Home".