My Blessèd Home

There’s a home where I’m long­ing to go

In a land where no sor­row I’ll know

And God’s boun­ti­ful bless­ings will flow

From His hand

and His love He’ll be­stow.

Oh

my home—bless­èd home!

Glorious home where my Je­sus I’ll see!

Oh

my home—dear­est home

Where His sweet face will smile up­on me!

Earthly dia­monds can nev­er com­pare

To the rich­es with Je­sus I’ll share

Where the Sun shines a gleam ev­ery­where

And the streets paved with gold are so fair.

In that home where I some day will be

The re­deemed of the earth I shall see.

They were saved by Christ’s blood on the tree.

I’ll rejoice with them clear­ly and free!

I will see those who went on be­fore—

Dearest fa­mi­ly

friends and still more:

Little child­ren

sweet

in­no­cent

pure

Running

play­ing

on Heav­en’s green shore.

Then our Lamb will ex­tend His sweet hand

And ca­ress lit­tle child­ren and stand

In the midst of them

lead­ing their band

With a smile on His face

through the land.

All our tears will He wipe from our eyes

When to Heav­en with Him we shall rise

Gather all of His jew­els as His prize;

Then we’ll sing of His love in the skies!