1 Far above the dark shadows of earth, I am told,
Are the mansions most wondrously fair,
Where the “King in His beauty,” our eyes shall behold,
And no sin and no death enters there.
Home, home, beautiful home,
Where cometh no sorrow no care,
I am thinking tonight of that beautiful home,
Which my Saviour has gone to prepare.
2 Often-times ‘mid the duties and trials of life,
When my spirit is sorely distrest,
How it soothes me to think of the rest I shall know,
In that beautiful home of the blest.
3 Sinner, haste to make ready for that happy home,
O, accept the dear Saviour as guide,
Tho’ lonely and homeless, on earth you may roam,
O, make sure of the joys that abide.
Source: Hymns of the Kingdom: for use in religious meetings #34