Beautiful Home

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, O when shall I see thee, Beautiful, beautiful Home?

Home, Beautiful Home! Brigh,t beautiful Home! Home, home of our Saviour, Bright, beautiful Home!

Flow’rs are ever springing In that Home so fair, Thousands of children are singing Praises to Jesus there;

How they swell the glad anthems Ever around the bright throne; When, O when shall I see thee, Beautiful, beautiful Home?

Soon shall I join that anthem, Far beyond the sky; Christ became my ransom, Why should I fear to die? Soon my eyes shall behold Him Seated upon the bright throne; Then, O then shall I see thee, Beautiful, beautiful Home?