I’m Going Home

I
My heav’nly home is bright and fair,
No pain, nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring tow’rs the sun outshine,
That heav’nly mansion shall be mine.


I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more;
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

II
My Father’s house is build on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heav’nly mansion shall be mine.

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more;
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

III
Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’er flow;
Be mine a happier lot to own
A heav’nly mansion near the throne.

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more;
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.