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Carry him home, where he belongs

Dear lord take his soul, where angels sing psalms

Lift his spirit to heaven with thee

And put an end to his misery.



He is sick he is weak

He is tired, and meek

His tongue is twisted, can barely speak

Heavens golden gates he shall soon seek.



He sits there and watches the world fly by,

Like a bird on the wings, just waiting to die

And every single tear I cry,

Is a tear to lift his soul up high.



Poor old man, I love him to death

I wish I could tell him, with one simple breath

And all of the things he has done for me,

I pray dear lord, set him free, set him free.

Touch his hand with your firm, gentle grasp

And carry him to heaven, his home, at last.



Carry him home, where he belongs

Dear lord take his soul, where angels sing psalms

Lift his spirit to heaven with thee

And put an end to his misery.



I wish him the best, a cold chamber in my breast

My heart cries out, with a deafening shout

“Set him free, end the pain, end the sickening strife

Let him go to Jesus, to eat the bread of life.”



Onward bound, here it comes, his soul will no longer roam

Swing low sweet chariot, come to carry him home.



Help him fight till the end, forgive him of his sin

Quell the pain, wipe the shame

Clean from the slate.



Carry him home, where he belongs

Dear lord take his soul, where angels sing psalms

Lift his spirit to heaven with thee

And put an end to his misery.





I wish him the best, a cold chamber in my breast

My heart cries out, with a deafening shout

“Set him free, end the pain, end the sickening strife

Let him go to Jesus, to eat the bread of life.”