Though art has portrayed fair angels of light
In tints that enrapture the mind;
'Tis grander by far in my home ever bright,
Where the glory of God is enshrined.
No; ear hath not heard, and eye hath not seen,
Any thing that will ever compare
With the grandeur and beauty of that heavenly scene,
Of my beautiful home over there.
'Tis only by faith that gleams from the land,
Where they need not the light of the sun,