I’m Going Home

My heav’n­ly home is bright and fair

Nor pain nor death can en­ter there;

Its glit­ter­ing tow­ers the sun out­shine

That heav’n­ly man­sion shall be mine.

I’m go­ing home

I’m go­ing home

I’m go­ing home to die no more

To die no more

to die no more

I’m go­ing home to die no more.

My Fa­ther’s home is built on high

Far

far above the star­ry sky;

When from this earth­ly pri­son free

That heav’n­ly man­sion mine shall be.

Let oth­ers seek a home be­low

Which flames de­vour

or waves o’er­flow;

Be mine a hap­pi­er lot to own

A heav’n­ly man­sion near the throne.