This world is not my resting place, by faith I trust in His Grace;
In that fair land there is no night, King Jesus, He is the Light.


Oh, heaven, my home, sweet heaven, my home, sweet home of the happy and free;
How I’d like to sit down at the Master’s feet;
Praise Him thru eternity.

Thy walls are all of precious stone, most glorious to behold;
The gates are richly set with pearls, Thy streets are paved with pure gold.


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