My Heavenly Home

There’s a land where ’tis morn­ing for­ev­er

And no clouds ev­er dark­en the sky;

Those who meet in that land naught can sev­er;

There true friend­ship and love nev­er die.

O that land is my home;

Oft in dreams I its beau­ties be­hold;

And I think

as I roam

Of the glo­ries that can­not be told.

There the riv­er of life

ev­er flow­ing

Keeps the hills and the vales bright and fair;

And the Sav­ior

His pre­sence be­stow­ing

Fills with bliss ev­ery heart that is there.

O how sweet when our war­fare is ov­er

And we pass from the scene of earth’s strife;

It will be in the land to dis­cov­er

Hearts we know to be true in this life.

Sweeter still it will be with our Sav­ior

In that land of His glo­ry to meet

To re­joice in the light of His fa­vor

With the glo­ri­fied saints at His feet.