1 There is a home eternal,
Beautiful and bright,
Where sweet joys supernal
Never are dimmed by night;
White robed angels are singing
Ever around the bright throne;
When, O when shall I see thee,
Beautiful, beautiful home?
2 Flowers forever are springing
In that home so fair;
Throngs of children are singing,
Praises to Jesus there;
How they swell the glad anthems
Ever around the bright throne;
When, O when shall I see thee,
Beautiful, beautiful home?
3 Soon I shall join that anthem,
Far beyond the sky;
Jesus became my ransom,
Why should I fear to die?
Soon my eyes will behold Him
Seated upon the bright throne;
Then, O then shall I see thee,
Beautiful, beautiful home.