A conversion

"An' sang a song of 'ome, sweet 'ome,The song that reached my 'art.'Ome, 'ome, sweet, sweet 'ome,She sang the song of 'ome, sweet 'ome,The song that reached my 'art."

"'Oosoever will, 'oosoever will,Send the proclamation over vale an' 'ill;'Tis a lovin' Father calls the wand'rer 'ome,'Oosoever will may come!"

"I 'ave a robe: 'tis resplendent in w'iteness,Awaitin' in glory my wonderin' view:Oh, w'en I receive it, all shinin' in brightness,Dear friend, could I see you receivin' one too!For you I am prayin'! For you I am prayin'!For you I am prayin', I'm prayin' for you."

"Ring the bells of 'eaven, there is joy to-day,For a soul returnin' from the wild!"

"Glory! glory! 'ow the angels sing—Glory! glory! 'ow the loud 'arps ring!'Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,Pealin' forth the anthem of the free!"