Beyond the light of setting suns, Beyond the clouded sky, Beyond where starlight fades in night â I have a home on high.
A mansion there, . . . not made with hands, . . . A place . . prepared for me ; . . . And while God lives, and angels sing, . . . That home . . my home shall be. . . .
2. Beyond all pain, beyond all care, Beyond life's mystery, Beyond the range of time and change â My home's reserved for me.
3. Beyond where death's dark billows roll, Beyond these scenes of night, I look, while gladness fills my soul, To yonder home of light.
4. My sins and sorrows, strifes and fears, I bid them all farewell, High up amid the eternal years, With Christ, my Lord, to dwell.