I have a home above

I have a home above From sin and sorrow free; A mansion which eternal love Designed and formed for me.

My Father's gracious hand Has built this blest abode; From everlasting it was planned My dwelling-place with God.

My Saviour's precious blood Has made my title sure: He passed through death's dark raging flood To make my rest secure.

The Comforter is come, The earnest has been given; He leads me onward to the home Reserved for me in heaven.

Loved ones are gone before Whose pilgrim days are done; I soon shall greet them on that shore Where partings are unknown.

But more than all, I long His glories to behold, Whose smile fills all the radiant throng With ecstasy untold.

That bright, yet tender smile, My sweetest welcome there, Shall cheer me through the little while I tarry for Him here.

Thy love, most gracious Lord, My joy and strength shall be, Till Thou shalt speak the gladd'ning word That bids me rise to Thee.

And then, through endless days Where all Thy glories shine, In happier, holier strains I'll praise The grace that made me Thine.