Heavenly Home

Heavenly home! heav­en­ly home!

Precious name to me;

I love to think the time will come

When I shall rest in thee.

I’ve no ab­id­ing ci­ty here;

I seek for one to come;

And tho’ my pil­grim­age be drear

I know there’s rest at home.

Heavenly home! heav­en­ly home!

There no clouds arise.

No tear drops fall

no dark nights dim

Thy ev­er­last­ing skies.

This earth­ly home is fair and bright

Yet clouds will oft­en come;

And oh! I long to see the light

That gilds my heav­en­ly home.

Heavenly home! heav­en­ly home!

Ne’er shall sor­row’s gloom

Nor doubts nor fears dis­turb me there

For all is peace at home.

I know I ne’er shall wor­thy be

To dwell ’neath Heav­en’s bright dome;

But Christ

my Sav­ior

died for me

And now He calls me home.