Blessed are those who   Have come to trust you   They will never be ashamed   They worry for nothing   Even in suff'ring   They count all their losses gain   Hoping in sadness   Eyes on the Promise   They are laughing through their tears   Taking the long view   Pain is a prelude   To the hope of all these years      We will all go home   We'll all go home   If the Truth be known   We will all go home      Home where the heart is   Where your best is good enough   Where there is no death, no pain   Home where they say you can never go back to   'Cause it's never quite the same   Like we imagine, like we remember   Both identical and strange   Home where we make sense of our existence   When He gives us our new names.      Just like Kansas   Just like Odysseus   Like the Fire-glow   Waiting at the long road's end   Just Bag-end, just like Graceland   We'll all be going Home…      Thine is the Kingdom   And when you come   All your children will be there   Just like Valhalla, Just like Elysium   Like the last time that You came   And all of the ragged   That you have rescued   Will toast You on that day   All of the masses, raising their glasses   Singing "Hail! The victorious Raised!"      We'll all go home   We will all go home   If the Truth be known   We will all go home