1 Heavenly home! heavenly home!
Precious name to me;
I love to think the time will come
When I shall rest in thee.
I’ve no abiding city here;
I seek for one to come;
And tho’ my pilgrimage be drear,
I know there’s rest at home.
2 Heavenly home! heavenly home!
There no clouds arise.
No tear drops fall, no dark nights dim
Thy everlasting skies.
This earthly home is fair and bright,
Yet clouds will often come;
And oh! I long to see the light
That gilds my heavenly home.
3 Heavenly home! heavenly home!
Ne’er shall sorrow’s gloom,
Nor doubts nor fears disturb me there,
For all is peace at home.
I know I ne’er shall worthy be
To dwell ’neath Heaven’s bright dome;
But Christ, my Savior, died for me,
And now He calls me home.