Thinking of Home

I am think­ing to­day

Of my friends far away

Some I nev­er shall see any more;

Until death sets me free

From this bo­dy of clay

And my trou­bles and tri­als are o’er.

I am think­ing to­day

Of that home far away

And its joys how I long to be­hold;

There no sor­rows can come

To that sweet

hap­py home

And its plea­sures can nev­er be told.

Oh

how hap­py we’ll be

When our loved ones we see

Who have gone on be­fore us to Heav’n;

We shall sing of His love

In the man­sions above

Where to us a new song shall be giv’n.

There our fa­thers have gone

And are rest­ing at home

Blessèd Sav­ior is wait­ing for me;

Yes

our mo­thers are there

In that home bright and fair

And I hope we shall them again.

We have bro­thers at rest

In that home of the blest

Where no cry­ings or pains ev­er come;

There our sis­ters we’ll see

And at rest ev­er be

In that beau­ti­ful

sweet

hap­py home.