I’ll Make It My Home

I’ve heard of a beau­ti­ful ci­ty ab­ove

Where no one can go astray;

And since I am trust­ing His won­der­ful love

I’ll make it my home some day.

I’ll make it my home some day

When sha­dows have passed away;

A man­sion of love is wait­ing ab­ove

I’ll make it my home some day.

I’ve heard of a ci­ty with streets of pure gold

Where trea­sure can­not de­cay;

Where love’s bless­èd sto­ry with rap­ture is told

I’ll make it my home some day.

I’ve heard of a ci­ty where stands the great throne

And an­gels in white ar­ray

Are prais­ing my Lord

with my loved and His own

I’ll make it my home some day.

So pa­tient­ly

lov­ing­ly trust­ing my Lord

Till I shall be called away

I la­bor and wait

for I know His re­ward

My soul shall en­joy some day.

I’ve heard of a ci­ty where stands the great throne

And an­gels in white ar­ray

Are prais­ing my Lord

with my loved and His own

I’ll make it my home some day.

So pa­tient­ly

lov­ing­ly trust­ing my Lord

Till I shall be called away

I la­bor and wait

for I know His re­ward

My soul shall en­joy some day.

So pa­tient­ly

lov­ing­ly trust­ing my Lord

Till I shall be called away

I la­bor and wait

for I know His re­ward

My soul shall en­joy some day.