How sweet ’tis to think, when this life fades away,
We’ve a mansion in heaven that knows no decay.
A city of light, where we freely may roam,
The kingdom of promise, the saints happy home.


Home, home sweet, sweet home,
We’ve a mansion in heaven, the saints happy home.

Oh, why should we murmur and grieve here below,
When it’s only a moment of suff’ring we know.
Compared to the glory revealed to us there,
On’th sweet banks of Canaan, so blooming and fair.


A vision of beauty now bursts on my sight,
From the city celestial, the land of delight.
O rest thee, my spirit, till Jesus shall come,
And bear thee away to the saints happy home.


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