The Home of the Blest

Oh

when shall I dwell in a man­sion all bright

And Je­sus

my Sav­ior

be­hold?

Or walk by His side

like an an­gel of light

In a ci­ty all gar­nished with gold?

Home of the blest

home of the blest!

When wilt thou ev­er be mine?

Home of the blest

home of the blest!

Soon shalt thou ev­er be mine.

No pearl from the ocean or gold from the mine

Can par­don or pur­ity buy:

I’ll trust in the blood of a Sav­ior di­vine

And cling to the cross till I die.

But while I’m a strang­er

away from my home

I’ll toil in the vine­yard and pray;

I’ll car­ry the cross

while I think of the crown

And watch for the break of the day.