[bad word] Our Happy Home
When shall [bad word] to thee
When shall our sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall we see?

They see no man that sent her there
Their palms spring from the ground
No tongue can tell, no heart can think
What joys do there abound
 [bad word] Our Happy Home
When shall [bad word] to thee
When shall our sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall we see

Fair Magdalene hath dried her tears
She'll sing no more to thee
Nor wet the ringlets of her hair
To wash her savior's feet
 [bad word] Our Happy Home
When shall [bad word] to thee
When shall our sorrows have an end?
The joys when shall we see