1 I'm going home; the tidings come,
And sweetly fall upon my ear;
A little longer here I'll roam,
And then my Saviour will appear.

Chorus:
Hail! happy day, hail! holy rest,
Hail! angels, saints, and Saviour too;
I'm going home, ye sighs and tears,
I bid you now a long adieu.

2 I'm going home; this wilderness
Growing brighter when my mind recalls
The glorious mansions ready made,
Within fair Zion's jasper walls. [Chorus]

3 I'm going home, and cold, pale death
Has lot its terrors, since I know
My long-lost friends shall meet me there,
Where life's fair tree shall ever grow. [Chorus]

4 I'm going home, I'm going home,
My heart leaps high while thus I sing;
O happy day! it soon will come,
And I shall see our glorious King. [Chorus]