Our Abiding Home

1 I read of a home in a country so fair,
Away from earth’s sorrows, temptations and cares;
A home in a world where bright angels, arrayed
In robes of great splendor, are praising their God.

2 I read how my Savior, who now reigns above,
Once shed His own blood, out of pity and love;
He shed it to purchase for you and for me
A home in that country, so pure and so free.

3 There is a grand army now marching along,
With banners unfurled, and with this for their song:
Come friends, and come, neighbors, come just as you are;
Your homes are all furnished, awaiting you there.

4 Praise God! He invites us, and we may all go
And live in that land that is free from all woe;
Now, if we in meekness His mercy implore,
He’ll fit and prepare us for that blissful shore.

There is but one way
To that blessèd abode,
And that is through faith
In the dear Savior’s blood;
And when we by faith
Shall have reached that bright shore,
We’ll meet our loved friends who
Have gone on before.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13698

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