Our Abiding Home

I read of a home

In a coun­try so fair

Away from earth’s sor­rows

Temptations and cares;

A home in a world

Where bright an­gels

ar­rayed

In robes of great splen­dor

Are prais­ing their God.

I read how my Sav­ior

Who now reigns ab­ove

Once shed His own blood

Out of pi­ty and love;

He shed it to pur­chase

For you and for me

A home in that coun­try

So pure and so free.

There is a grand ar­my

Now march­ing along

With ban­ners un­furled

And with this for their song:

Come friends

and come

neigh­bors

Come just as you are;

Your homes are all fur­nished

Awaiting you there.

Praise God! He in­vites us

And we may all go

And live in that land

That is free from all woe;

Now

if we in meek­ness

His mer­cy im­plore

He’ll fit and pre­pare us

For that bliss­ful shore.

There is but one way

To that bless­èd ab­ode

And that is through faith

In the dear Sav­ior’s blood;

And when we by faith

Shall have reached that bright shore

We’ll meet our loved friends who

Have gone on be­fore.