Our Better Home Beyond

Had earth no thorns among its flow­ers

And life no fount of tears

We might for­get our bet­ter home

Beyond this vale of tears.

Home

sweet home;

Our beau­ti­ful home be­yond.

Our home that Je­sus has gone to pre­pare

Our beau­ti­ful home be­yond.

How wise­ly God our cup has filled

With min­gled joy and grief

To teach our hearts that mor­tal things

Tho’ bright

are on­ly brief.

Our bet­ter home! how sweet to think

When torn from those we love

No sad fare­well can ev­er reach

Our bet­ter home ab­ove.

O bliss­ful mo­ment when aside

These earth­ly robes we’ll cast

Then wake to know our souls have found

The bet­ter home at last.