522 Going Home. L.M.
Joyful Prospect.
My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
CHO.--I'm 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.
2 My Father's house is built on high;
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.
3 Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow,
Be mine a happier lot, to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.
4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.
Rev. William Hunter.