My Far Away Home

I am think­ing to­night of a far away home

Where the an­gels are hap­py in song

And the streets of pure gold

which I long to be­hold

Are trod by the bright an­gel throng.

Beautiful home

land of the blest

Whose glo­ries for­ev­er are bright;

My soul goes up to the great white throne

Where Je­sus is ev­er the light.

I am think­ing tonight of that heav­en­ly land

And those who are crowned with the blest;

’Tis the host of the Lord

who re­ceived the re­ward

Which is pro­mised to all who seek rest.

I am think­ing tonight of those who have gone

To view that great ci­ty ab­ove;

Oh

may we at length

through Je­sus the Son

Pass into that hav­en of love.