437 ~ I'm Going Home


My heav'nly home is bright and fair, Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring tow'rs the sun outshine, That heav'nly mansion shall be mine.


I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more; To die no more; to die no more; I'm going home to die no more.


My Father's house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heav'nly mansion mine shall be.


Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour or waves o'erflow; Be mine a happier lot to own A heav'nly mansion near the throne.