There is a home eternal, Beautiful and bright, Where sweet joys supernal Never are dimmed by night ; White-robed angels are singing Ever around the bright throne ; When, oh, when shall I see thee, Beautiful, beautiful Home ?
Home ! beautiful Home ! . . . Bright, beautiful Home ! . . . Bright Home of our Saviour, Bright, . . beautiful Home !
2. 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 ?
3. 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 !