My Heart’s across the Ocean

My heart’s across the ocean in a land of hills and streams
The land God’s eyes are set upon, that holds my hopes and dreams
No other land could I love more, no other’s truly home
I’m longing, thinking of my land, no matter where I roam

My heart’s across the ocean in the land my fathers trod
The land that they possessed, for it was theirs by right from God
A land of heroes, brave and strong, a land of history
And in that land I’ll see what’s happened and what’s yet to be

My heart’s across the ocean where my fathers fought and died
I long to touch that ground on which they lived, on which they cried
The towns they built, the fields they grew–I want to live there too
I’m weary of this nomad life–I have a home; it’s true!

My heart’s across the ocean in a land I haven’t seen
A land of matchless beauty where the ravaged soul can sing
The land of fruitful pastures, where His peaceful waters flow
A land of mysteries so great beyond what we could know

My heart’s across the ocean in the land that’s truly best
If only I had wings! Then I’d fly home and be at rest
And sometimes, as I traipse these foreign lands, tears fog my sight
I’m yearning for my land by day, and dream of it by night

My heart’s across the ocean where my Savior lived His life
Where kingdoms rose, where kingdoms fell–a land of peace and strife
The land in which my Savior died and gave His life to save
The land of hope, where, to this day, there stands an empty grave

My heart’s across the ocean–yes, I love that dust, that sand
My boundary lines have fallen in a pleasant, pretty land
No other land is truly mine, no other can I claim
And when at last I see my land, I’ll never be the same

My heart’s across the ocean in a land of mounts so green
My fruitful, promised portion is the crown-land of the King
And when at last I reach that land–a day of joy so sweet!
One day I’ll cross this ocean, then my heart shall be complete

My sister and I, standing on this side of the Atlantic. One day we’ll be on the other side.