I Am Thinking of Home

I am think­ing of home

of my Fa­ther’s house

Where the ma­ny bright man­sions be;

Of the city whose streets are all co­vered with gold

Of its jas­per walls pure and fair to be­hold

Which the right­eous alone ev­er see.

Oh home! sweet home! sweet home!

I am think­ing and long­ing for home;

Beyond the pear­ly gate

ma­ny man­sions wait

For the wea­ry ones who jour­ney home.

I am think­ing of home

of the loved ones there

Dearest friends who have gone be­fore;

With whom we went down to the death-riv­er’s side

And so sad­ly thought as we watched by the tide

Of the thrice hap­py morn­ings of yore.

I am think­ing of home; I am home­sick now

And my spir­it doth long to be

In the far bet­ter land

where the saints ev­er sing

Of the love of Christ

their Re­deem­er and king

And of mer­cy so cost­ly

so free.

I am think­ing of home! yes

of home

sweet home;

May we all in that home unite

With the white co­vered throng

and ex­ult­ing­ly raise

To the tri­une God

sweet­est an­thems of praise

Singing glo­ry

and hon­or

and might.