My Father’s house on high,
Is my eternal home;
O God forbid that I should sigh,
While trav’ling here alone.

My Father and my God,
O lead me safely on,
Till in that heav’nly world above,
I feel my work is done.

Then join the heav’nly throng,
To sing redeeming love;
While endless ages roll along,
We’ll praise our God above.

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