437 - I’m Going Home
My heav’nly home is bright and fair,
Nor
pain nor death can enter there;
Its
glitt’ring tow’rs the sun outshine,
That
heav’nly mansion shall be mine.
2
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.
3
Let
others seek a home below,
Which
flames devour or waves o’er flow;
Be
mine a happier lot to own
A
heav’nly mansion near the throne.
Refrain
I’ going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more;
To die no more, to die no more
I’m going home to die no more.
