There is a Home eternal,

Beautiful and bright,

Where sweet joys supernal

Never are dimm’d by night;

White-rob'd angels are singing

Ever around the bright throne;

When, oh, when shall I see thee,

Beautiful; beautiful Home?

Flowers are ever springing

In that Home so fair,

Little children singing

Praises to Jesus there.

How they swell the glad anthem,

Ever around the bright throne!

When, oh, when shall I see thee,

Beautiful, beautiful Home?

Soon shall I join the ransomed,

Far beyond the sky;

Christ is my salvation,

Why should I fear to die?

Soon my eyes shall behold Him

Seated upon the bright throne;

Then, oh, then shall I see thee,

Beautiful, beautiful Home!