My heav’nly home is bright and fair,
No pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring tow’rs the sun outshine;
That heav’nly mansion shall be mine.
I’m going home,
I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more.

My Father’s house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heav’nly mansion mine shall be.
To die no more,
To die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

While here, a stranger far from home,
Affliction’s waves may round me foam;
Altho like Laz’rus sick and poor,
My heav’nly mansion is secure.
I’m going home,
I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more.

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow;
Be mine the happ’er lot to own
A heav’nly mansion near the throne.
To die no more,
To die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

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